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

"So uh... Gwyneth?" Theodore is looking around the room, completely uncomfortable.

"What's up?" Gwyneth then replied.

"...You're seriously asking me that?"

"You know I'm not going to get anything with you talking all cryptic like that."

Theodore sighed and then picked up the pieces of paper on the floor. "You invited me here with this mess?"

"Ah- what are you doing!?" Gwyneth rushed over to him and began to pick up the pieces of paper, filled with lyrics and notes all over the ground.

"Its your room and I'm feeling sorry for the room."

"You're overreacting. Its just... a little bit..." Gwyneth looked around and saw the mountain of clothes and trash all over her room. "...messy?"

Theodore then picked up a piece of black cloth in the ground. "Put your cleaning rags somewhere else."

Gwyneth's Page II