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

All the memories flooded Theodore's mind like a broken floodgate. Those memories that was once supposed to be washed away in the ocean of his thoughts resurfaced, came back to haunt him.

He knows he's broken. Yet something inside him continues and enjoys the feeling of being broken. To repent, to feel their pain, to suffer and to live on with those memories. Because ever since that fated day...

The one to blame then wasn't his father. Nor his mother. Nor the woman his father was sleeping with. It was himself. It was because he believed.

His mother's pain and suicide, it was because of him.

His father's death, it was because of him.

That random woman's death, it was all because of him. And this is what he's been thinking about ever since that day. "Everything is my fault."

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