Sprawled on her bed, staring at the ceiling while she unconsciously spouting out questions that's been bothering her for a long while;

" I admit
I'm not one that
you can call a beauty.

I am not also that smart.
I procastinate all the damn time,
I'm not hardworking.

So why?
Why did he choose, me.
Over a thousand of better options.
Why did he choose
the always 'no choice, this will do,'
option. "


A voice responded, startling her out her mindless mumbling.

However, when she finally heard the answer to...