Mr humility episode 14

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Chapter 14

(The hand that forgot how to play…)

Lee lay crouched on the ground, finally catching her breath after what seemed like hours of gasping and crying. Her face w-t with tears, she picked herself up from the ground, and began to stagger down the trapdoor’s steps. Neon, who had been resting at her feet, got up at her movement and quickly began to follow her down.

She got down and closed the trapdoor, her heart heavy and scre-ming at her to run back in,side.

As she trudged back to her room, she heard the unmistakable sounds of Chan singing. Her heart ached with each sound he made, and she triedhwe best to ignore him.

But she ended up giving into her emotions, and rapped loudly on his bedroom door.

He opened it some seconds later, his eyes softening upon seeing her.

“Oh? Lee, you’re still….”

“Sorry but could you tone it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Chan narrowed his eyes.

“Excuse me?”

“We know you’re getting your voice back. You don’t have to force that fact down everyone’s throats. You don’t have to shove it in our heads day and night that you can still do what you love.”

Her voice was cold and shaky, and Chan’s mouth opened slightly. He stared quietly at her, but she kept her eyes to the ground.

“Could you move then? I want to shut the door.” He said firmly,and saw her shoulders tremble. She shakily stepped back, and Chan slammed the door.

Lee felt tears stream down her face, as she stared Chan’s locked door in the face. The locked door was so cold, and she wanted to bite her tongue for saying those harsh words, for taking out her anger on him.

The door opened again suddenly, and Lee rose her tearstained eyes to meet Chan’s. He stared down at her compassionately, and Lee felt her heart breaking.

“Are you mad at me?”

He asked suddenly, but surely, and Lee forced her head to move in denial.

“Did I offend you in some way?”

Lee felt more tears trickle down her face.

“N-no….n-no.”

Chan bit his lip.

“I’m …s-sorry. I’m so sorry….”

He sighed, watching her break into sobs, not knowing quite what to do to comfort her.

Minutes later, they both sat on the porch, Lee quietly sipping her chocolate milk while Chan flicked his guitar pick between his fingers.

Lee sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s the sixth time you’ve apologized.”

“I still don’t think it’s enough.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

Lee bit her lip, but stayed silent. Chan gave her a glance.

“Guess not then.”

Lee began to pick at the grass. “That night, when I saw you play for the first time…. I thought…. I thought you looked so beautiful.”

Chan’s face went red at her compliment.

“I….you made me feel things I had long buried, that feeling of wanting to be basked and lost in my instrument, of playing and practicing till my hands bled and ached, watching you that night, did those things to me.”

Chan covered his face with his hand, trying to hide just how red his face was, even though it was dark, and he knew she probably couldn’t see.

“I haven’t been able to get these feelings out of my mind, and they’re driving me crazy. I don’t want them, but I want them as well. Having them reminds me of the fact that I’m still alive, that maybe my life still has some meaning…. but….”

She sniffed, and snapped the blade off some grass at her feet.

“It’s…too painful. It’s so hærd to have these feelings. And I’m a coward. I want to run away from the pain. I don’t want to push on if it means that I will have to suffer.”

Chan appraised her carefully, then sighed.

“I don’t know if you’re asking me for advice, because I don’t think I’m the right person to ask.”

Lee smiled softly. “You just listening is good enough.”

“Lee.”

Lee looked up at the sound of her name.

Chan was staring directly at her, and her heart jumped a little.

“Whatever you want to do, it’s your choice. I’m not going to tell you how to live your life, or force you to come out of something when you’re not ready. But….make a decision that you won’t regret, not now, and not in the future. ”

Lee lowered her eyes. “I thought you said you weren’t the right person to come to for advice.”

“I wasn’t advising you. Advising you would make it look like I was talking down to you, or that I knew better than you. But lately, I’m beginning to think that maybe I haven’t really know what I’ve been doing with my life all this while. I’m getting confused. And honestly, you’ve been one of the huge causes of that. So, I guess I want to shake up your life as well.”

Lee found herself chuckling.

“What a horrible way to put it.”

Chan chuckled as well.

“Yeah well, I told you I wasn’t the right person to come to.”

“Maybe you’re not. But I feel better right now after talking to you.”

Chan smirked.

“That makes two of us then.”

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Lee lay in bed, staring at her hands.

Even if she decided to start playing again, even if she was able to brave through her cowardice, it had been three years. One couldn’t abandon something for that long and not face the repercussions.

What if she had gotten too rusty?

One thing that completely ruined an instrumentalist’s career was lack of practice. And she hadn’t touched her piano in three years.

She remembered Chan, singing no matter how bad he sounded, and the fact that he wasn’t afraid of failure.

She smiled to herself.

He seemed a lot like a shallow human being when she had first met him, but now…he seemed a lot different.

He was right.

She couldn’t afford to make a decision that she would regret.

Even if she might fail, she would try. She would try even if the possibility of success was low.

She would try until her hands bled.

And if she failed?

She would try and try again.

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The family sat down to another hearty dinner.

As they dug in after saying their prayers, Lee cleared her throat.

She had been looking for exactly how she would bring up what she was about to to her family.

She took a deep breath.

“Mom,Aster…. I was thinking of bringing the piano down from the loft.”

Their mom dropped her spoon.

The wh0le table went silent, as both Aster and their mom stared at her like she had just said she was pregnant.

She stared back at them, biting her lip.

Tears filled their mother’s eyes.

“Oh…my baby….”

She muttered, her tears choking her.

“Lee….” Aster began, but shut his mouth.

Their mom sighed shakily.

“Of course darling. You can bring it down. Anytime you want. You don’t even have to ask.”

Lee gave a small smile.

“Okay.”

She glanced at Chan. He stared at her for awhile, then chuckled, and turned back to his food.

Later that night, Lee’s room had Changed.

The once barren space had now once again been filled.

Her piano sat gallantly and gracefully in it’s rightful place, and she ran her fingers on it in pride.

She trembled at the thought of playing, but she wasn’t going to give up.

She would push past her fears.

She was done running away.

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A week passed since Lee had finally moved the piano down from the loft, and she still hadn’t been able to touch it.

She lay down on her bed in frustration, feeling like pulling her hair out. The more time she spent, the more time got away from her.

But Everytime she got near the piano, her heart would seize and she would eventually have to step away in order to catch her breath. It was exhausting.

But…this was the most progress she had made in three years. She wasn’t about to give up now.

At least, she would first have to try her best.

She stood up to once again have a good at it, when she heard a soft knock on her door.

She made her way to it and swung it open, startled to see Chan standing there.

He rubbed his neck, looking anywhere but at her.
“I…have a proposition to make.”

He said softly, and Lee tried and failed to calm her beating heart.