Corrected Sayori Fanfic

"Oh my God! FUCK! Anon, why did you...-wheeze-...Why did you cut me down from there?! I was about to do it! I WAS ABOUT TO-..."
Sayori's voice is cut off from her intense sobbing. I've never seen her cry like this before...but more importantly...why was she about to hang herself? I'm so happy I cut her down...I don't know what would have happened if she...well...died!!! I attempt to make words after leaving my mouth agape in shock.
"S-Sayori. Sayori. Sayori? Sayori. Sayori...look at me." I end with a louder inflection in my voice to get her attention.
Sayori looks up at me. Her eyes are bloodshot with her normally rosy cheeks now pale and stained with tears. The noose is still around her neck, but the short rope is cut and frayed. It's useless now, so I lift the rope off her neck to reveal an ugly red burn around her neck.
"Sayori, can you listen to me for a second? Please?" I take one of my hands and lightly touch the burn around her neck, and I take my other and press it against her cheek. I kneel down to her level and look her straight in the eyes.
"Sayori, I love you. When I said that, I meant it with all my heart. I know you feel like you don't want to be a burden on me. But you've clearly put in effort to show me your love! I want to start putting in that effort now. I know it sounds off to you to have someone show you love, but if we both put in the effort to support each other, I promise that you won't regret it! You can have a better life than this Sayori! WE can have a better life! Together! But that can't happen if you're dead..."
Sayori looks at me shocked for a second. Her mouth slightly ajar, her eyes twinkling from the tears still swelling inside. After staring at each other for seconds which seemed like hours, she is able to squeak out four words.
"I love you Anon..."
She throws herself onto me, crying hysterically into my chest while muttering the words "I'M SORRY!" through her fits of sadness. I rub her back and wrap my arms around her, quietly whispering in her ear, "It's okay..." and "I'm right here...shhh...I'm not going anywhere..." Our legs entangle as we hold each other on her floor and fall onto her rug softly. An untraceable amount of time passes as we sit there and hug each other on the floor.
"Okay okay let's get up Sayori, my shirt is wet now..." I whisper to her as I sit up, letting go of her. Her eyes have dried up, but they're still bloodshot. Not as intense anymore thankfully, giving a sign that she's calming down. "S-sorry...hehe..." She squeaks as she scratches the back of her head. I look down at my shirt and it looks like I spilled a drink on it! "Well it gives me a reason to stay here right? Let's just toss it in your washer and I'll sleep over!" I say jokingly as I hold my hand out to pick her up. She then takes my hand and stands up smiling, looking into my eyes once again. "Hehe...yeah, I suppose so..."
"Umm Anon, can you actually stay for the weekend? Please? I'd really appreciate it..."
"I'd love to Sayori, I'd love to."