Daisy paused momentarily, her hand slipping loosely from Arvil’s. She crossed her arms tightly around her stomach, glancing away.
Of course. This wasn't real. None of it was. Why couldn't she seem to remember that? This was just going to end in pain for one of both of them…
“Oh… That’s a good question,” she murmured. “Um. Maybe a month? Or two? I don’t know, Arvil. How long is a fake relationship supposed to last?” Her final words were clipped, giving a bit more bite to them than she meant to. She didn’t apologize, though. She couldn’t. She wasn’t sorry for the words, just the way she said them.