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

Theodore woke up and his eyes were suddenly blinded by the bright light that was focused on him. The sound of buzzer was heard and several footsteps were heard just meters away.

It slowly got closer, but it was just a doctor and nurses. Theodore's condition was being checked to see if there are any irregularities or something severe. But there seems to be nothing wrong.

The doctor and nurses left the room leaving Theodore alone with the old man sitting in the corner of the room.

The old man in the room, "Hey you, you're finally awake."

"I just woke up like ten minutes ago." Theodore replied.

"...Its nothing. Its just something my grandson wanted me to say to you when you woke up."

"Grandson..?" Theodore was about to ask who it was, but more important matters was the first thing he asked. "Why am I here?"

"Don't you remember? I heard you released... a lot." The man smiled eerily under the darkness.

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