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

"He's getting another hysteria!" The nurse shouted from the loud megaphone that alerted a certain doctor's room.

The doctor from the room immediately ran out with a syringe and immediately went to the nurse. He looked at the window and saw a young man loudly screaming as he tries to desperately move while being bound by the leather straps that were around him.

"KILL! I'LL KILL YOU!" The patient shouted.

The doctor rushed in and then immediately injected the syringe that he had on him.

The patient immediately began to slow down and then fall asleep.

The doctor then gave a check up on the patient and he seems to have lost weight incredibly quickly.

"How is he?" Randy's voice came out through the speakers that was installed in the patient's room. He was speaking outside as there was a window and a push to talk button to converse with whoever was inside.

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