Choices
-Squirrel Tamer
"So why'd you pick me"
She turns her head and ponders the question, which has plagues her mind before.
He was nothing to look at. Messy red hair, freckles, glasses. Cute in a way. Adorkable. But not handsome. Not someone she would've picked for looks.
And if she had only been attracted to his looks she could have picked Harold.
Harold obeyed her. Followed her like a lost puppy. She could control him the way her mom controlled her dad. Her parents had lasted, right? They could have made it too.
But Harold was too willing to listen to her. Too willing to agree.
And though she did love the power, she hated it more.
She smiles.
"Because...you said no."