Yrythaela

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. 

In short, a genius.

But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love.

His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. 

Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to.

Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

The Void Writer

She stood upon there in the late afternoon at the highest peak in the whole academy. Everything was small and the view stretched into infinity. The strong breeze of the winds caused her hair to hover behind her.


The atmosphere was silent. The longer she stood there, her sight and hearing began to disappear as she sinks down into the deep bottomless hole of the abyss.


Cold sweat came running down her face and the trembling sensation in her lips and legs seemed like it'll never stop.


"I'll do it." Words came out of her mouth as she tried to strengthen her resolve. "I'll do it." She said again to herself. "I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it. I'll do it..." She began to tell herself again and again.


Everything was in place for her to commit what she was about to do. She already wrote a note in her shoes. And her resolve was absolute.


She finally took a step forward to jump off the building.


Today, marks the death of Anastasia Veilyn...


Is what was supposed to happen but someone grabbed her from behind. "Eh?" She was dragged down to the ground. "What..?" She was confused and she couldn't let out any words. Her sight was slowly going back and so is her hearing. Her nervousness suddenly disappeared. "Why is he here? No one goes up here and it's nearing night..."


"The hell are you trying to do!?" The man who dragged her down asked her.


"...What do you mean?" She was trying to play it off so that he doesn't ask any questions.


The man asked her a lot of question but she replied with dead replies that doesn't have any meaning which drove him away. "The longer I talk to you, my personality changes for the worst." He looked at her one last time and let out another sigh. "Anyway, I'll be going now. Don't... do that again."


Her eyes widened and the strong breeze headed their way and then the man left. Her heart began to beat rapidly. Was it due to the words said by the man? Or was it due to the relief that she got out of that situation? She doesn't know. "Have I... been saved?"


Her eyes went suddenly blurry until a single tear went out. "Huh? Why am I crying? Huh?" She began to wipe her tears from her eyes but the tear just kept flowing. "Huh? Why? Why am I feeling like this? I... I resolved myself so why do I-" She stopped wiping her tears and just let it all fall out.


She looked at the sunset as the world slowly dims. "Ah... AHHH!" She opened her mouth and tried to shout all her thoughts but nothing came out. "I don't want to do it... I DON'T WANT TO DO IT... I DON'T WANT TO..." It was a silent cry that echoed throughout the night sky.


A few days later went by and her attempts... stopped. Her eyes opened and all she could think about was the man who saved her from that situation.


In the cafeteria in a thursday afternoon, the man who saved her was there, eating alone as he read the book on the table.


She immediately didn't go near him. She just observed since she didn't know what to do.


"So his name is Theodore huh?" She thought to herself. "Someday... I'll repay you back for saving me. And you'll have to take responsibility for letting me live."


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