Loving him was poison. You could feel it enter your circulation, make your every cell scream in pain- for him, because of him. Every single time he looked at you with those heterochromatic eyes of his, you could feel yourself grow weaker, more humble and subservient.
Each day, you would break a little more, waste away a little more. Why? Because you gave a piece of yourself to him. Why? Because, your love for him was too great, too addictive and amazing. Why? Because no one ever looked at you the way he did, no one paid attention to your words like he, no one knew you as well as he.
But... Akashi did not love you. He only took and gave nothing in return and, if you were called a fool behind your back- sometimes in your face- you did not mind. Such was the extent of your adoration.
Akashi Seijuro was the Sun, the moon and all the stars above.