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 was meditating in his dorm room, refusing to go out for the last couple of days that he has arrived.

For his first day, he was searching the whole school and with the help of Randy and Verza to find out where Ray currently is yet to no avail. Ever since the end of the field trip, Ray hasn't come back in the academy at all.

"I need to find him. Or else..." Theodore stood up and wore the coat that was in his backpack. "I wouldn't be able to repay living this long."

A knock on the door of Verza's room in his own home alerted him as he was looking at the countless documents that were in front of him. "Come in." He said as he looked at the documents pertaining to the documents about Ray Moore.

The door slowly opened and the loud creak closed and opened as Ashton closed it. "Grandpa, what's going on with Theodore?"

Verza stopped writing for a second then continued, "I don't know what you're talking about."

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