THE BAD BOY OF MANHATTAN
Chapter 63. I'm Sorry, Elric.

"I put your guitar and your bag in the car" Harry told Elric. "Your phone got carried there too. You want me to take it?" bargain later.

The young man shook his head. "I want to get some fresh air. Maybe I'll go back to the studio by myself. You don't have to wait for me" Elric said as he stepped across the dressing room reserved for his band without intending to go in there to join his friends.

Elric decided to find a quiet place behind the auditorium building. He found a long wooden chair under the oak tree. The vegetables were still heard in the auditorium.

Threw a pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and lit a stick. It breathed its smoke with its shame into the air.

Elric expected it. Emma will not come. I don't know what happened to the girl, which is clear she was so sure Emma would miss the show.

"El, here you are apparently." Lily's voice that had come out of nowhere spread her daydream. The girl immediately took a seat next to Elric.

The real Elric who wanted to be alone just smiled faintly at the girl. He couldn't have told Lily not to bother him.

"You okay? Why not join the after party?"

"I'm not interested."

Lily smiled. This is what the girl likes about Elric. The young man was cold, indifferent, yet intelligent beyond measure. If you saw him on stage an hour ago, all you could describe about Elric's figure was a cold-blooded, slaughterhouse. Namely he. Slaughtering the feelings of the audience with no expression on his face.

"Let me accompany you here. I too am lazy to join them. You don't mind, El?"

Elric shrugged his shoulders. "Just give it up." He smokes his cigarette, then spits smoke into the air.

"I think we're stuck in the same position, El." Lily started their conversation. "We chose the same career as our parents. And it's not easy. You feel the same way, don't you?"

"Yeah." Elric shrugged short. To be honest he was lazy to discuss any topic with anyone. His sense of regret for Emma filled the recesses of his heart.

"Well don't you feel like people always assume that whatever you do, it can't be separated from the role of your parents? In fact, we've been desperately fighting on our own."

"That's a cliche problem. Of course I experienced it too. I hated my parents for that. But, now I don't really care what people say anymore." Elric took one more cigarette and lit it. "You want to?" go to Lily.

The girl took a cigarette from the pack in Elric's hand. As a gentleman, he helped light Lily's cigarette.

"Thanks," Lily said as she gave a smile.

"No need to listen to people. There will be no end" said Elric.

"Yes, I know."

"Good."

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Emma's plan was to push the door of her apartment. His steps gontai towards the living room sofa, then throw the body there. His eyes were empty towards the ceiling of the room. The shadow of Elric's face danced there. His ignorant smile, when the young man was angry for something, was all about Elric.

Emma had called many times, wrote many apologies, but Elric did not answer them at all. That child must be very angry at him right now, or even hate him.

"F uck!" maki Emma squeezing face.

The unpleasant thing is, he feels so far away with Elric at the moment. When he felt far away, he missed. What kind of feeling is this? Why does that kid always make his feelings erratic?

Emma got up from the sofa and stepped towards her room. However, he stopped in front of the door and looked at the door of Elric's room. Not knowing what he was thinking, he broke into his own room and opened the door of the young man's room.

The room is neat and smells typical of the perfume that Elric used to use. Emma inhaled the room air deeply, sensing Elric's presence there.

Slowly he climbed into Elric's bed and lay there. Emma hugged the young man's pillow and buried her face there. Ah, Emma must be crazy. Any feeling that was raging inside his chest, which he obviously missed the presence of the child.

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After a long chat with Lily until midnight, Elric decided to return to the studio. All the teams have also returned there after a splashy after-party, it seems. It was evident that Darren and the others had already fallen asleep in comfortable places in the studio. It seems they are unable to get into their own rooms.

Elric checks his phone and finds dozens of misscalls and apology messages from Emma. From the language she wrote, the girl seemed to feel so guilty and hopeless. There was a bit of compassion in Elric's heart, but his sense of regret was more dominant.

Now he doubts whether he will sleep in the studio, or go home to the apartment asking for an explanation from Emma. After a while he thought, he finally decided to go back to the apartment.

Elric deliberately walked for about forty minutes to refresh and calm his mind. He did not want his frustration to make him say rudely to Emma. There was no way he would hurt the girl even though his anger was mounting.

Arriving at the apartment, the living room looked empty. The lights are not even turned on. Looks like Emma hasn't come home yet. He did not see the coat used by Emma hanging in the corner of the room.

Her hand moved open Emma's bedroom door handle. The room is empty. Elric stood in his doorway and sighed. Where's the girl? Was he so frustrated with his guilt that he went aloof somewhere?

Let it.

Maybe it's better tonight they don't meet first to avoid a fight. Elric was still so upset. But he also missed. Upset and longing. The two conflicting feelings blended into one wrestling within the recesses of his heart.

Elric closed Emma's room door. However, he was inside, inhaling the fragrance of Emma that dominated the scent of the room. Slowly he climbed onto the bed and laid his body there. Hugged Emma's pillow and buried her face there.

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