(Awesome. And I went over to a friend's house and she didn't let me get on Notebook. She said I had an unhealthy obsession. I told her at least it wasn't cocaine.)
I get it, I suppose. Is that who you were talking to? Havenwood cringed. That's a dumb question…
It's not, really. People talk to themselves a lot, but it's not like…that. I speak to it like a different person. I just want to talk to you.
(true dat)
Havenwood sighed gently. I'm coming back now.
Okay. Okay. I just want to talk while it's gone. She balled herself up on the couch, rocking softly.
Havenwood started to jog, and soon he got back to the cottage. "Alright, Elise, what do you want to talk about?" He asked as he shut the door.
"I'm…sorry. For everything earlier this morning. I didn't mean it, not really - Conscience said it, not me. I know that sounds like kindergarten logic - but it's true." She looked up at him with wide eyes. "I want to stay. Please, please believe me when I say that."
He sighed. "I don't know, you don't look happy here… but…" Havenwood shrugged. "I dunno, I'll think about it some more."
(wait, Conscience is her thoughts, so he should be able to hear it…)
(bruh you told me he couldn't.)
(what no I didn't mean it I haz made mistake plz rewrite)
He sighed. "I don't know, you don't look happy here… but…" Havenwood shrugged. "I dunno, I'll think about it some more."
"But I want to stay, okay?" Her voice turns soft and vulnerable. "Please. Don't send me back."
Havenwood winced gently at the tone in her voice. "Alright, I guess."
"Thank you." There was silence for a few moments. You just made another stupid decision, didn't you? You shouldn't drive me away with pills like that. Elise looked up in what was almost fear to Havenwood. "Conscience is back." That's right, you little crap. I'm back. And look what you did while I was gone.
Havenwood hugged her. "It'll be okay. Just…" He trailed off, not sure what to say.
"I hate it." Now, why would you hate me? "Because it makes me think and do things that aren't me." But I am you. "Not the real me." Uh-huh. You just don't like reasoning. You're reckless and impulsive. "See?"
Havenwood sat down on the couch with her in his arms. "It's not you, love. You're better than her."
"I hope so." She cringed. "Except for the horrid fact that she is me. And the only thing that makes her go away is mental health pills. And those don't last very long, either." See, darlin'? You can't get rid of yourself, now can you?
Havenwood put his chin on her head and shut his eyes. "I'm sorry, Elise…"
"Don't be. It's not your fault." She wrapped her arms around him, wanting to scream from Conscience but not.
Havenwood wrapped his legs around her waist and pulled her closer, leaning his forehead against hers.
"I'm the one who should be sorry. For making you listen to her." Elise closed her eyes.
Havenwood kissed Elise gently. "That's okay. I don't blame you."
Elise looked up at him. "Thank you. I must seem like such a mess. All of this."
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