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

After a few more months, she finally got out of that hospital and was able to earn a lodging in the orphanage.


She was once a broken woman who can't do anything for herself. But right now, she's become a leader for everyone around her.


She was the strongest, most intelligent and the most capable out of everyone. She was given a chance to enter public schools. But she breezed and skipped two grades due to her intelligence.


She began to rebuild herself. Slowly but surely.


She was smart. Too smart for her age. And as she approaches the right age to enter highschool, she was given a personal invitation and scholarship to the Nerivilya Academy. The principal himself gave her the invitation.


No smile, no shouting or anything. A still cold blank face was in her face. A never changing emotion.


Several days in the Nerivilya Academy, her silent demeanor shoved everyone away that was trying to get close to her.


It was just the same old everyday to her.


She went to the rooftop to gaze the sky and clear her mind. But sudden flashbacks of everything that has happened several years back still lingered on her mind.


The smug of those people as they laughed in his father's misery will forever be etched in her mind.


She walked over to the edge and took off her shoes and tried to feel the strong winds coming her way. "This... this is the life father must've wanted for me. If you were here with me, I'd probably be jumping in happiness or at least smiling."


She opened up her pocket mirror and tried to raise her mouth as if trying to form a smile. "This feels unnatural at this point."


She let out a sigh and looked at the sky and closed her eyes. Remembering everything. The sounds of gunshots, the voice of her father begging. The snickering laughs of the people who've enjoyed the misery of her father. 


Everything. She took in everything. "I don't feel anger or the goal of taking revenge to those bastards. None. None at all. All I feel is emptiness. The fact that I couldn't help you in your time of need. Some people would reason I'm still a child. But I know I could've done something. And now... I ended up in this situation. Wherein being dead is better than living. All these accomplishments. The new me. I want you to see them all."


She looked down and suddenly, the ground were so far. As if a never ending hole. "I'm tired father. All these things. I can't show it to anyone. I can't share it with ou. Or anyone. I'm tired of all of these. I want to rest just like you father."


She took a deep breath. And looked down. "I'm gonna do it." Over and over again trying to reassure herself." 


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