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

Time, frozen, people, darkened, Celaine, attention, Theodore, personification.

Her words seemed to stumble on themselves as Celaine couldn't find the right words or to say the word, 'what?' out loud for him to hear.

Back at their group, they were all waiting for Celaine.

Theodore looked around for Celaine but she was just there, frozen from where he called him.

Theodore saw Celaine's face, confused.

He began to sweat as his eyes widened. He tightened his grip at the armrest of his seat. But his emotions couldn't be seen by anyone as his face was completely hidden by the mask.

Yet Theodore knew that somehow, Celaine knew what that mask is. "I just wore it because it resembled mine... I can't believe I got noticed by her out of all people. Well, I do agree that it was a dumb decision... I got swept away by the past." Theodore waved to gain her attention knowing that the others were also looking at her.

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