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

The only person other than his family who loved him. Knew him for what he is.


I was brought to his room and I saw the countless piles of notebooks lying on the ground. Each one of them held words...


Words that gave hope, encouragement and everything. He was supposed to be something.


I'm a nobody! But one day, everyone will look at me!


Every single one of those things he wanted to share. To shout to the entire world. He wanted everyone to see the light.


All I could do was cry as I read his final, one million words of songs that were scattered in his home and the hospital.


I was given everything, yet he received nothing. He's... a sun. The ray of hope. At least to me.


This is why I need to keep on improving. On basketball. I will let the world see how great I am. My dreams, are his and his dreams are mine. We both promised to each other that we'll achieve something great.


He shone too brightly. Far... far too brightly. Too much for the world to take. Maybe that's why they took him from me. Heh.


But the only way I can do to not forget him, is sing his songs. Add a little bit of my own lyrics here and there. Just to know that wherever the sun in him lies... I hope that I can show at least a fraction of his light as I sing it.


Theodore could hear the gentle sobbing as Gwyneth tells her story.


Even Theodore couldn't understand the twisting pain that was happening in his chest. He was supposed to be emotionless. Not a single bit of emotion should be felt nor be shown for it is a weakness that his mother and father had.


"Who knows." He answered. "I don't even know why you're telling me this story."


"Ahaha." Gwyneth let out a laugh as she coughed trying to hide her sobbing. "I also don't know. Maybe its because of the way we met. I discovered him while he was singing next to a tree. And you discovered me since I was singing under a tree. There's just a connection maybe. That led me to telling you this."


Suddenly, something inside Theodore clicked. Something was wrong and he could feel it. But he ignored it for now. "Tell it."


"Tell it to the world. His story. He left you a countless amount of words. Hidden, unkept to the world. If he's the sun that you were really saying, then you better be the moon to reflect the light onto the dark world."


"Yeah... that sounds beautiful. But I don't know if I can do it. If I manage to mess up... then the decade written songs he produced will all be gone."


"And if you don't tell it to anyone, its just going to stay gone in the first place."


"Maybe you're right." Gwyneth stood up and cleaned off the dirt on her skirt. "Theo... one last question. Will you... listen to my songs again?"


Gwyneth stood up and left and as Theodore took off the book on his face, it was night time.


"This... isn't right." He thought to himself as he grabbed his chest. "I shouldn't have these..."


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