Driving always helped me clear my head, especially when I needed to think. Today was one of those days. I could have just teleported myself to Leora's castle, but that would have been too fast. I needed time. Time to think about this damn Perfect Match system.
Perfect Match, my ass. As if some test could tell me who I'm supposed to spend my life with. I never believed in that crap. I live by my own rules, and no system is going to tell me who I should be with. The idea that some piece of paper could dictate my love life? Ridiculous.
As I drove through the winding roads, the scenery passed by in a blur. The hum of the engine and the rhythmic thud of the tires against the pavement provided a soothing backdrop to my turbulent thoughts. The memory of receiving that damned letter played on a loop in my mind, each replay stoking the fire of my anger further.
