That which is beautiful is fake. Such is Akito's belief. That which is beautiful never lasts, and is over in a moment - therefore it must be fake.
He hears his heartbeat and it sounds like a countdown.
Glass shatters so easily, thinks Akito. All he did was reach out a hand to Yuki, and he was broken.
(because that which is beautiful must be touched, so that which can be touched is beautiful?)
He was never told how, because it wasn't necessary. All Akito can do is love, and hurt, and love.
Yuki is nothing. Yuki is a white porcelain doll which won't stop breaking. Yuki is everything, in fragments.
His lips are cracked. His thoughts stutter and so flies the m-m-moment.
"I love you, Yuki, so die for me."