well wow apparently gods exist (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

(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."

(IUUUugh I HAVE TO GO SOON BRUH. I'll be on this time tomorrow)

Havenwood shook his head. "It's okay. There's a lot worse that can happen."

(see ya dude)
"I doubt you've ever seen worse, though. I'm sorry." She shook her head.

(Nah I'll just ghost soon lol)

"No, that's okay. Don't be sorry."

(trolol)
"So you're not taking me back?"

"I suppose I won't. I can't leave you like this."

"Oh, thank god." She buries her head in his chest, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Why so quick to decide? That could have been a glorious option. She groans, muffled. "Look who's back."

Havenwood hugged her back, running a hand through her hair. "Just… look, you can find some way to fight her, and I'll help you the best I can."

"I can try, but - again - she's my conscience. It's proven difficult to get rid of your own conscience."

"I know." Havenwood sighed, realizing how stupid the suggestion sounded.

Elise looked up and smiled. "Could you scare her, perhaps? I tend to scare out of things quite often."

"Scare… how would I do that?" Havenwood raised an eyebrow.

"You can speak think, too. Yell at her in your head or something. I don't know." She shrugs. What a stupid idea. How low must you stoop, dear Elise?

"I…I can't yell at stuff. I don't yell." Havenwood blinked, feeling abashed. He wanted to help, but as he said, he's not a scarer!

Elise tilted her head. "Strange. Threaten her, then. It's okay if you can't, I'll deal. But…just try and shoo her off a bit." So cowardly you recruit your lover's help, Elise? A low move. Speak up. Shut up. I'm your conscience. I will never shut up.

Havenwood glanced around. "I… uh… well she has to piss me off first!"