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

"Amidst the loud rain and the shouts, I couldn't hear anyone else other than the one in front of me. Blows and strikes echoed much louder than normal. Each impact was loud. I could feel the bruises slowly forming as repeated blows struck my body.

Cuts slowly forming from the punches and kicks. Making me question myself on... why, did I do this again? Why are we fighting..? But then I suddenly remember that everything that happened to me. All these happiness, sadness and everything that I feel are all because of that one night.

But that night always left a question in my mind.

I don't know. But right now, all I feel is gratitude. Thank you, mother, father. For giving me this shitty, garbage, stupid fucking life.

Because with this, I finally know, how garbage of a parents you are. And now, I'm going to start a new one. A blank slate.

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