The Void Writer

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.

Yrythaela · 现实

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Page LXXV - Second Day

Her hands were shaking and her eyes were closed. Quivering in fear as Theodore's next words would change the way how things will progress from now on. Anastasia opened her eyes once again to look at him to hear his answer.

But a few seconds, Theodore didn't move at his spot or say anything.

Anastasia then tried to start up the conversation, "Hey?" She reached out to him to hold his hand. She retracted her hand back, but went on with it with the courage she mustered.

But as soon as he touched Theodore, the balance on his arm disappeared making his head fall on to the table.

Anastasia's face was shocked as she saw his face. She then laughed for a moment. "...This is fine. This is fine." She repeated over and over to herself.

She caressed his face. "That's a cheap trick you know? Falling asleep in the middle of my confession. But I guess... that's what it means when the timing is still not right. Its not yet time is it?"

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