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

A tight grasp on her arm and another arm wrapped around her as she was dragged away from that ledge.


Her breathing was ragged. And everything she thought about went blank. She was... reassured. instead of angry to not being able to take the jump.


She looked up and Theodore was there shouting at her.


And for the first time after her father's death, she smiled. She smiled and thought to herself. "A second chance. No... a fourth chance. This life I've been saved over and over again... What will I use this for..? What can I do with the life I've been given if all in the end I don't have anyone to share this life with. I don't want this life. And I feel like I don't deserve it as how much I have tried to discard it."


Anastasia looked at Theodore's eyes as he rambled on. His eyes were different. She noticed it.


That helplessness in his eyes. Pain. And worry.


Those three things she noticed, she has seen it before. From his father.


Theodore finally left and tears welled up from her eyes. She couldn't hold it all back anymore. She felt a pain that she could only feel and hide by herself.


Gratitude was all she could say. Thank you to her father, to that police officer, to the orphanage and a thank you to Theodore for saving her life. "If I can't use this life for mine... then I'll use it for someone. I don't exactly know how I could be living my life. But I want someone to tell me that. As my father didn't. But that guy... He was different. But the same as my father's somehow. I won't use this life. But I'm sure he can use it."


Back to the present, Anastasia was looking back on all the memories that has happened all her life. She was showing an emotion she never let anyone saw other than her father.


"Anastasia!" A woman called out to her in the distance. "Our theater play's practice will start in 10 minutes! Suit up!"


"I'll be there!" Anastasia stood up and zipped her clothes up. A frisky red dress, that of symbolizing of a princess. She held her crown and her staff as she slowly walked to her destination. "Time to practice for the school anniversary."


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