Hate You (rewrite)

Begin to Forgive, but Never Forget

"Sweetie."

"Yes, mom?" You walked over to the person that you take after - in academics, athleticism, appearance, personality: your mom.

She smiled when looking at you. "You know, you'd look so beautiful with h/l hair."

"Really?" You decided to keep your hair that length for the rest of your life.

She nodded, still smiling. "Of course. You'd look even more beautiful, if that's even possible."

You giggled, starting to hug your mom. "I love you, mom!"

"I love you, too, sweetie."

Her smile dropped.

Your heart sank. "Mom? What's wrong?"

You mother's e/c eyes bore into yours, her h/c hair starting to cover her face slightly. You ran her fingers through your hair, which was the same color as hers. "Y/n..."

"Yes, mom?" Your heart felt different, weird to you. You wondered what could be wrong.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Anything!"

"Never forget a single thing. Yet, always do your best to forgive those that deserve it, those that want to be forgiven, the ones that try to fix things."

"Ok, but why? I don't understand." You tilted your little head to the side.

She smiled, but it wasn't a sweet smile. This one held sorrow, regret, and something else in it that you couldn't identify. You didn't know what it was then, maybe you still don't know what it had been.

"Y/n, people make mistakes, whether they realize it or not. What they do about it is what you need to look at when judging someone's character. If they keep making that mistake, then it's not a mistake anymore. It's a choice. Even if someone seriously hurts you, what they try to do about it is what really matters. You don't have to forget, you shouldn't forget. Never forget. Just forgive them if they show that they want to fix things between you and them. Ok? Can you promise that?"

"Yes, mom. All good people should be forgiven, right? Everyone deserves a chance, right?"

Your mother nodded. "Yes. Try to avoid bad people."

"How do I know when someone's bad?"

"When they purposely do things that hurt you. If they hurt you and don't try to apologize, or if they don't do something for you out of the kindness in their heart. When they want to see you cry, break, and completely fall apart beyond the point of being fixed again. You understand, right?"

"Yes, mom." You really hadn't understood everything she was trying to say to you, even though you had tried really hard to understand. You hadn't realized she was calling someone you knew your entire life bad. You hadn't known anything at that time.

'How could I not see it? How blind had I been my entire life?'

You woke up, tears streaming down your face. You looked up and saw the entire volleyball team, including the coach, staring at you with worry in their eyes.

Oikawa knelt down beside you, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/n-chan? Are you ok? Did something happen?"

He felt warm, almost like how your mother had once felt. You hadn't heard what he said.

'Did he say something? Am I ok? Where's mom? Oh, right... that's where.'

You shook your head, more tears falling. "It hurts."