I slammed the door to my room, the sound echoing through the small space. "Fuck this," I muttered, pacing back and forth. My mind was a whirlwind of rage and frustration. That fucking perfect match system had thrown Eileen into Thalira's arms, and now, I couldn't even get near her. It was some kind of cruel joke.
Yesterday had been a temporary relief. Seeing Eileen, holding her, feeling her in my arms for just a moment had been everything. But today, the guards had been relentless. Thalira's house was a fortress, and I was the enemy at the gate. Every time I tried to approach, those assholes blocked my way.
I threw myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "This is bullshit," I spat. My thoughts were a chaotic mix of anger and desperation. Eileen was mine. We had something real, something those damn algorithms could never understand. And now she was trapped in that house with Thalira, who probably didn't give a shit about her feelings.
