You never seen your mother cry before. She was a strong women. She never cries, not even when your "father" left you.
You remembered the way she would smile and placed her hands over yours whenever you asked, "When is daddy coming home?"
She never got angry at anything you've done. Most mothers would've scold you if you return home filthy but not yours.
She would pat your head and tell you that the shower was ready and went to the kitchen to prepare your favorite dishes.
She was such a kind woman, but not just kind, strong as well. She would support you no matter what. So it's no surprise that she quickly accepted your new friends that you met at the park one summer day.
You skipped into the house shouting with your two new friends. She came out of her room, eyes widening when she saw that you weren't alone.
"[Y/N], who are these lovely children you brought home?" she asked, voice as gentle as ever.
Whatever doubt your companions had about your mother completely melted away.
"Mom! These are my friends Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime." you said excitedly.
"Why don't you play outside while I make you guys lemonade?"
Nodding eagerly, you dragged your friends to the backyard.
"Wow cool!" Oikawa exclaimed when he saw the volleyball net.
Iwaizumi stayed quiet but his eyes said that he was also impressed by the sight of the net. You and your mom had worked all afternoon to build that so you puffed your chest out in pride.
"You play volleyball too?" Oikawa said after he snapped out of his trance.
You nodded. Excitedly he asked you, "What position do you play?"
You had to think about it for a second before saying, "Setter"
Iwaizumi and Oikawa's eyes widened simultaneously.
"Wow same! Iwa-chan here plays as wing spiker!"
"Wow that's so cool!" you said turning to Iwaizumi.
A very visible blush began forming on his cheeks. "It's nothing" he said brushing your excitement away.
"Sorry! It's just I didn't have anyone to hit my tosses so I was a little shocked."
Oikawa then ran to pick up the lone volleyball and began tossing it in the air a few times before saying, "Say, [Y/N], can you promise me and Iwa-chan that you will stay with us forever and play volleyball with us?"
You nodded and then said, "Let's practice!"
From that day on, Oikawa and Iwaizumi would come to your house after school and you would help each other practice. During school, you would be inseparable since you had the same classes.
Pretty soon, they joined the local volleyball club. You would sit on the bleachers and watch since it was an all boys club.
Everything was great until one evening. You had just finished school and went home early since Oikawa and Iawizumi had extra practice. When you arrived home, your mother sat on the couch, her body slumping.
Automatically, you panicked and ran up to her.
"Mom! Are you okay?" you frantically asked.
You received no answer. This only raised your fears as you mother would always reply, no matter how difficult the question was.
"Cancer" she suddenly said. "I have cancer [Y/N].
You felt your world crash as she uttered those four words. You felt a pair of hands reach for your face. "But don't worry, mommy is strong."
You only nod as you felt tears streaming down your face.
"I'm sorry [Y/N] but we have to move."
More tears popped out. "Why?"
"In order for mommy to get better, mommy has to see a doctor on the other side of Miyagi."
You quickly understood and said, "Do I need to start packing?"
Your mom nodded and then told you, "Tomorrow is your last day."
You saw tears at the corners of your mother's eyes.
This was the first time you saw your mother cry.
You didn't know what to tell your two best friends.
A/N: AHHHHHH Okay so this is my first time writing in 2nd person. Also wow, dis chapter do be hella long in my opinion doe! #proudaf But neways, I decided to end the chapter here because I didn't want like half of the story to be in chapter 1 and like drag the rest out in the other chapters. So enjoy ur day/night!
~Emiko
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Wisteria Eyes | K.Sakusa
Roman d'amour[Y/N] is a silent little girl who mostly keeps to herself. She believes that everyone in this world has a purpose. Her mother was a strong woman, baring the same wisteria colored eyes as her. Along her journey to find her purpose, she meets differe...