[It's a relief when he does turn around. She wouldn't let herself think too deeply on it, lest she fall apart at the seams, but there was a part of her that feared he would just walk away.]

...I just don't even want to take that risk at all. I trust your intentions, I do. But...

Wherever you go, wherever you stay, just... we're supposed to go together, aren't we? That's our promise.

So please, just... just let me be beside you, at least. That's all I [and she has to emphasize this, because he knows just how much trouble she's been having with a sense of self] want.

[And there is little sense in "her" continuing on without that, in her mind.]