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

"What... happened..? I remember I was talking to Zieglind as I was fixing the the air conditioner... I then fell..."  Celaine was still trying to remember what had happened. "Ah... what's this..." Celaine wiped of the thing that was on her face and felt that it was muddy and thick. The shadow over her might've covered it but she couldn't mistake it for anything else. "Blood..?"


Theodore's shaking hands were visibly seen as he was trying to prevent the bookshelf from falling on them. With a smirk on his face, "Pretty... damn... cliche don't you think?"


"Theodore!" She looked back and saw that Theodore was protecting her from the bookshelf. She then helped him to drag it over to the side letting it fall on the ground and a loud thud echoing throughout the entire room.


"Be careful next time." Theodore tried to stand up but Celaine wasn't budging an inch. "Celaine?"


Theodore noticed that her hands were shaking. Her eyes was just fixated on the blood that was on her hands. Unable to move despite Theodore calling out to her.


"If she was a boy I'd hit him." Theodore sat down in front of her. But not once did she look at him. Theodore reached out his hands to her cheeks and called out her name. "Celaine."


Celaine's eyes regained its sight as she noticed Theodore. But her condition went for the worst as she saw Theodore's hands be coated in the sight of the blood. "Y- y- your hand."


"Dilated pupils, shaking and broken speech. Trauma? Maybe. Either way its not my business." Theodore thought to himself. "Come on, get up." Theodore yanked her arm upwards but to no avail. She just wouldn't budge.


"L- let's b- b- bandage it up! P- please. J- just stay there." Celaine stood up but suddenly trips on herself falling to the ground.


"Damn it what's wrong with-" Theodore caught her as she was falling but she tried to stand up again. 


Theodore yanked her arm which caused her to fall on his arms. "Look at me." Theodore lightly tapped both of her cheeks, "I'm fine. There's nothing wrong. Let's go to the infirmary."


"B- bu..." Celaine then suddenly lost consciousness and fell on his shoulder.


"She passed out..? Well... I guess this is better than her being annoying for the next few minutes." Theodore stood up and carried her with both of his hands in a bridal carry. "Heavy."


He then stormed out of the room and began to run. Both dorms has separate infirmaries for men and women. 


Theodore stood by the fountain and looked left and right trying to figure out what to do if he brings her to their infirmary or to the women's infirmary. "She's a woman so I guess I'll go to their dorms."


He then began to the direction of where the female's dormitory was and there stood two maids and a single gatekeeper in front of the gate.


The woman in front raised her hand, "Stop! No men are allowed here."


"Sorry, patient incoming." Theodore sidestepped to the left but the woman followed his movements.


"Celaine Edelstein... leave her to me."


"No can do. She'll just freak out." Theodore spun around to the right side, an unexpected turn which caught the woman who was guarding the gate off guard.


The maids moved in and tried to catch Theodore but soon stopped as he placed his foot in the gate and using its metal bars and the design of the gate to climb over. "What in the-" Even the woman who was guarding it was shocked. "Its a two and a half meter gate for Christ's sake."


Theodore reached the top and immediately jumped on to the flat surface of the wall and descended from there to the ground.


He then began to run to the infirmary. Good thing no one was there. Theodore barged in carrying the unconscious Celaine in his hands, "Patient coming through."


"My, my... Celaine..?" An old woman wearing her glasses then answered.


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