Mr humility episode 12

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Chapter 12
(I’ve run out of songs to describe you…)

Lee ran back into the room and shut the door. Her heart was pounding loudly and she was slowly getting out of breath. She touched her cheeks tenderly.

Why….was she behaving like this?

She sunk to the ground,her back against the door. What had happened really wasn’t Chan’s fault. Not one bit.

It was all her fault for being the useless coward she was. It was her fault for being someone that brought bad luck on other people. She was worthless.

She deserved all the hate and abuse thrown at her. She once again stared in at the empty space in her room where her most prized possession used to be. She remembered herself playing, not a care in the world, pouring out her emotions and words she couldn’t say into it.

She remembered herself turning into a different person, not unlike the change that she had seen take place in Chan when he had played the guitar that night. She couldn’t imagine how much more amazing he would seem if he were singing.

Her heart ached. She wanted to play too. She wanted to so badly, and seeing Chan play that night awoke something in her, something she had tried severally to bury.

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

That aside, Chan was seeming to play a big part in her life nowadays. When she had heard that he was the one at the door, the eagerness that stirred in her to open up to him surprised her.

He was an arrogant jerk. But he had humbled himself, to apologize to her.

Did that mean that he cared about her enough to do that?

She shook her head violently. She shouldn’t get too ahead of herself. That would not only be stupid but also naive.

Chan.

Why was he the way he was anyway? From the small intEr×¢tions she had had with him, he didn’t seem like a simple, shallow person who was just arrogant and full of himself. It seemed like there was a lot more to him, a person hidden behind layers and layers of what could be a farce.

A part of her wanted to understand him, to know why he was the way he was.

But, what if there was nothing to understand? What if he was still the same person underneath? Would she still feel this compassion towards him?

She rested her head on the door and sighed heavily.

Just what on Earth was she doing?

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Chan had thought about having dinner in his room alone. Lee’s flustered, red face had been running through his mind all day. She had looked so shocked to hear his apology. How would she feel if she found out that he only apologized in order to clear his conscience?

Would she be hurt?

He ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it angrily.

What the heck were all these thoughts?! For crying out loud, he had apologized already. That should be enough! Why was he still thinking about her??

He didn’t want to take the chance of running into her at the dinner table, but he thought about it more, and came to the conclusion that, she hadn’t stepped out of her room in two weeks, she wouldn’t come out now just because he had apologized to her.

He shook off his worries, and headed outside. The smell of the food wafted through the air, and he hurried to the dinner table, forgetting all about Lee. As he passed by Aster’s room, he overheard something that made him stop in his tracks.

“Oh hey Cynthia.” Came Aster’s cheery voice from behind the door.

“You’re home already? That’s a relief. I was getting worried when you didn’t call. Oh Chan? He’s fine…you wouldn’t believe it….he actually apologized to Lee today! I actually thought that I had misheard. Just what on Earth did you say to him?”

Cynthia’s mouth dropped as she heard Aster’s words.

“Chan….apologized to someone?” She felt her hands trembled.

“H-how…?”

“I’m as shocked as you are Cynthia. I’m starting to think your hunch is correct. He is changing. I honestly could die of happiness right now.”

“I… honestly can’t believe it. It was always so impossible for him to admit his faults to others, or take responsibility when he was wrong. He never saw himself as wrong, even when he hurt me. I’m… almost jealous.”

Aster smiled. “Well, hopefully you’ll get to see this side of him too.”

“I hope so. Thank you very much Aster. Your updates really give me much hope.”

“I’m….happy to hear that.”

Chan grit his teeth as he listened to Aster and Cynthia chat for awhile over the phone, before Aster finally hung up, and opened his bedroom door.

He looked visibly shocked to see Chan standing outside.

“Chan? What are you doing here?”

“So that’s it hun? Are you some kind of lapdog for Cynthia?”

Aster became uncomfortable at the mention of Cynthia’s name.

“What do you mean?”

“Is this how you’ve been giving her daily reports about me? Telling her just how much I’ve changed? Since when did you two get so chummy?”

Aster folded his arms.

“What exactly are you mad about Chan?”

Chan felt his hands ball into fists.

“Don’t treat me like a child Aster. Just who the hell do you think you are? Even Cynthia has no right to Lord herself over me, or talk to me the way you do. You’re a nobody.”

“Chan, this is really not the time or place for this. If it’s because I was talking to Cynthia about you, then I’m sorry.”

Chan’s shoulders trembled in bitter laughter.

“You and Cynthia must think I’m some kind of child, or that you’re better than me. That’s why, you most especially, is so quick to apologize when I’m trying to talk some sense into you. Why don’t you apply some of that wisdom when dealing with your sister?”

Aster frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t cut her some slack. I was able to decipher the much from seeing how you acted after the incident that day. You’re so ‘understanding’ and easygoing when it comes to others, but you seem to expect her to be perfect, or to act like she doesn’t bhave feelings.”

“That is not true. And no offense Chan, but you have no idea of the situation, so I don’t think you have any right to talk the way you are talking.”

Chan noticed that Aster’s voice was getting firmer, and his rising tone only made him angrier.

“Yeah well, I don’t care one bit about your opinion.”

Aster rubbed his eyes, then sighed. “Okay Chan, I’m sorry, look let’s just….”

“You and Cynthia are the same. Problematic, annoying, and just refusing to know their place.”

“Don’t bring Cynthia into this.”

“Ha! Funny how you’re getting so riled up at the mention of her name! Does she matter to you more than your sister?”

“Chan!”

Aster grabbed Chan’s shirt, his hand raised in a fist.

Chan stared at him incredulously.

“Get your filthy hands off me. Have you gone mad? You dare raise your hand at me?”

“Boys!”

Aster turned at the sound of his mother’s voice. He saw his mother and Lee standing on both sides of he and Chan.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?!!”

His mom ran and pulled them apart. “Aster! Did I raise you to hit people?!”

Chan turned and saw Lee staring at him. Once again, the look in her eyes made him feel small, and uneasy.

He cursed loudly, then turned around and stormed out of the house.

Lee found her legs moving after him.

“Chan you can’t go out yet!” Aster’s mom shouted after him, but he was long gone.

She faced Aster, an accusatory look on her face.

“What happened?”

Aster didn’t reply, but turned his face away in shame. He couldn’t shake Chan’s words out of his head. Was it possible that Chan’s words had been true, and deep down in his heart he knew that he expected too much of his sister, and as such didn’t cut her any slack, was that why he ahd gotten so worked up?

He sighed, not raising his eyes to meet his mom’s.

“I’m sorry Mom.”

“Apologizing to me isn’t going to fix this Aster. Your friend has stormed off in anger!”

“Mom, are you just going to keep taking his side? Don’t you even want to hear my side of the story?”

She folded her arms.

“That’s not what this is about, and you know it. Where is this coming from?”

Aster bit his lip. “Nevermind.” He said curtly, and entered his room, shutting the door.

He sat on his bed, head in his hands. He thought about calling Cynthia, but decided against it. Giving into his feelings for her was what caused this mess in the first place.

Cynthia was wrong to trust him.

Several memories flashed through his mind, of his mother frantically begging Lee to come out of her room, of his mother losing her mind over Lee’s depression, and ignoring him as a result.

Throughout that time, she had acted like she had only one child.

Had he harboured hatred in his heart for his sister, and hadn’t even known about it?

He sighed, falling back on his bed.

One thing was for sure. If God was going to change Chan, he certainly wasn’t going to be a pawn in that game. God didn’t need someone as petty and shallow as he was.

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Lee continued to follow Chan as he stormed out of the house and unto the road. He walked and walked angrily, and she continued to follow him silently.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, he finally stopped.

“Until when are you going to keep following me?”

Lee bit her lip.

“Until you’re ready to come home.”

“That house is not my home. My home is where my voice is. Where my fans are. This is not my home, and it will never be.”

Lee gripped her skirt nervously, but didn’t say a word. She looked around, and froze at where they were.

Chan looked up and sighed.

“Funny we would end up here.”

He turned and saw Lee’s panicked expression. He found himself running to her side.

“Are you okay?”

She regained her composure, then pushed him away.
“You….said that we can never be your home. Then stop doing things like this. Stop making me attached to you. Since it’s obvious that you’ll leave and never look back once you regain your voice. You told me that you are the one who abandons people right?”

Chan stared at her silently, then stepped away from her.

He stared at the huge building and monument that introduced it.

“Why did you stop playing Lee?”

“I thought you said you didn’t care.”

Chan narrowed his eyes.

“If you don’t want to say it then don’t.”

“I’ll answer you if you tell me why you fought with my brother.”

Chan rose his eyebrows at her, and she scoffed. “Guess my l-ips are sealed then.”

“You’re not wearing any hoodies, or any covering. Yet you’re outside, and you’re not trying to hide yourself.”

Lee bit her lip. “I guess…I forgot.”

Chan was silent, then burst into laughter.

Lee went red, stuttering. “What’s so funny?”

Chan sighed. “Sometimes…you make me forget who I am, and why I’m here. Sometimes you alone occupy my thoughts. And I don’t like that one bit.”

Lee felt her heart thumped so loudly she thought it would rip to shreds.

“Chan.. I…I don’t want you to abandon people anymore. Not my brother, not anybody. I don’t…know why…but…. I don’t want you to end up all alone.”

Chan smiled bitterly. “There you people go again. Both you, Cynthia, and Aster all act like I’m doing something wrong. Why….?”

Lee rose up her hand. She wanted to touch him, but she restrained herself, and forcedd her hand back to her sides.

Chan continued to stare at the theater.

“My mother….she spent all of her life following someone else’s rules and lifestyle. She practically didn’t have her own life. And I had to suffer because of her foolishness. And I promised that I wouldn’t let myself make that mistake as well. Why should I allow someone to control my life that way? What kind of strong emotion is enough for me to allow someone to run my life?”

“Faith.”

Chan’s eyes w¡dened, and he faced Lee for the first time since they had begun talking.

“Faith…is a strong enough emotion. Faith in God. Faith in Him to rule our lives, and definitely not mess it up.” Fififif

Chan’s mouth dropped open slightly, as he stared at her. He saw her cheeks grow red, and then she gave him a small, sweet smile.

He felt his heart soften, and found that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Faith? In God?

That was a strong enough emotion to allow God to run his life?

“God isn’t a man. He won’t disappoint you like whoever disappointed you and your mother. So…you don’t have to lock yourself away Chan. You don’t have to keep yourself on a pedestal, isolate yourself…just because you’re afraid of getting hurt. You might not be able to trust man, or even yourself, but you can always trust God.”

Chan remembered his mother’s words.

“Chan, the only person you can trust is….”

God?

His phone rang in that exact moment, breaking the trance. It was Aster, but he ignored the call.

“We should get back.” Lee said, and she began to walk ahead of him.

Chan stared at her retreating form, and as he felt himself falling into a deep h0le, only one thought ran through his mind.

The h0le was beautiful, and he was sure he would soon not want to ever come out of it.

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There it is my lovelies!!!

What do you guys think of today’s chapter??? Does Aster secretly hate his sister? Is Chan learning something?? And we haven’t even seen the cat since oh😂😂

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