This is How I Love You. [Akashi Seijuro x 2P!Reader]

- Epilogue

「 Death isn't the end, it's the beginning. Your future would be a plaque who's hanging on the wall nonchalantly. 」

[3rd's P.O.V]

A sturdy figure of a young man named Seijūrō Akashi sewed onto the infuriate spectacles in front of him. His gaze impartiality rippled with the hollow one, throttle from the tiers of anguish that imperious himself.

"Hello, (F/N). It's been a long day since the time when you disembodied from this world."

The man jangled with a husky voice, zest from his current condition. Delicately, he fell into both of his own knees. He put the bouquet of marigold's flowers in front of the sepulchre's stone where's written;

(F/N) (L/N)
Born in Japan, (Month) (Day) (Year).
Passed away in Japan, (Month) (Day) (Year) due to the conundrum murderer.
People who's left by her :
(Father's name) (L/N)
(Mother's name) (L/N)
(Sister's name) (L/N)

A thin smile plastered onto his visage for a while, the threadbare one.

"I winced alone here, spared a loins of efforts for me to continued my daily life without you. I know you'd grudgingly smiled and judged me if you're still alive. But you know.. Until this day, I love you, (F/N) (L/N)."

He snarled, retrieved from the forlorn. Streaked to skid onto anhedonia, he elevated his knees, bringing back his body to stood up erectly.

"I'm still bringing the virulent letter from you tho... I hope you wouldn't mind about it, (F/N)."

His right palm dug onto the pocket of his suit, hauled a crumpled pink envelope which seized a letter from (F/N) (L/N). Along with the quins of shaved paper from (F/N)'s diary.

For : Seijūrō Akashi
From : (F/N) (L/N)

When you're reading this, it beckons that I'm in the trance of fazed circumstances. Well, I'm ugly at writing, I'm not as good as any poet who ventured in these world. It's an abashment that someone should've read all of this but I'm glad that you're the one.