The pleasant warmth in his chest turned cold, replaced by something sharp and unpleasant. Every muscle in his body tensed, holding back the urge to thrash everything around him.
Where would I find someone else to like, he thought bitterly, when the person I want is sitting right next to me?
This was his own fault. He also knew that. The fake dating had been his idea—a solution that had seemed so clever at the time.
But fake dating was still dating, wasn't it?
They will still spend time together.
They will still share meals together.
They will still take photos and keep them in similar books together when they go out on dates.
In the end, they will still be together…forever.
Because how was he supposed to separate the fake from the real when the feelings were real in the first place?
"Hmm." The sound that escaped him was low, almost dangerous.
Fake in dating is just a means for the real to happen.
