Everywhere I Go I See His Face Memes Novelas e Histórias

He tapped his screen and turned the phone toward me with devilish glee. And there it was: a photo of me in the backseat, hair looking like I lost a fight with a wind turbine, eyes half-open, mouth drooping in a way that made me question the structure of my entire face. The cherry on top? A dumb little meme caption he added himself: "Local Girl Realizes Alcohol Is a Scam: More at 9." " I'm never showing my face in public again" I slapped my hands over my face. "Kai. Delete it and the rest of whatever villainous things are in that folder."

Do I look that bad "What the fuck is that, you look like a fucking monster, what the fuck ewe. Is this your real face? Did you used to use a fake face?" He was coming closer to look at my face properly but as soon as he was halfway close, he pushed away again "Ewe" His face in disgust. “Dude, that’s not nice” I said.

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?

Like someone who is ready to destroy and fix you at the same time, I can remember it all. My brows furrowed as I look at him, I walk near to his table and stood there as I look at him trying to remember where do I have seen his face after a few seconds of recalling and rummaging memories in my mind I finally remembered he's the man I saw back when I was working.

I’m sure they won’t see me on time. “It’s finally good to see you, Merchaiass. I’ve heard a lot about you. So how’s your trip going here? Did my men hurt you?” The guy without a face asked Merchaiass. He couldn’t see the face as his visions were blurry—not because of his own ability to see, but because his mind was still in the middle of fighting to remember whether he should or not.

I mean, it's hard to find someone as handsome as Kevin anyway. He slowly took off his shades when he got to us and greeted everyone politely. That was when the real gawping began! Like what the hell?!! How can just one person be so handsome? Is he wearing a facial mask or what? He's too handsome to exist in this world, but.......his face looks familiar. Where have I seen him before? I thought hard and then, it finally clicked. He was the poor looking guy I saw few days ago. Now this is unbelievable!

That man’s face lingered in my head for days. I tried forgetting about it, but I just can’t seem to erase his face from my memory. It was really bothering the hell out of me. But it was like his face was painted in my head. Whenever I think about it, it gives me goosebumps.

I pity my self as I watch my smile drop realizing that he never would because I am not important to him and never will be. ‘Why are you sad? You are happy regardless if he likes you or not…’ I say to myself in my head , hoping the me I see hears me. As the third person viewer , I watch as he makes his way to me after greeting every one else. The smile on my face returns as he approaches me. I roll my eyes to myself as I see how love struck I look.

I nodded my head before realising he couldn't see me. "Fine." "Let's switch to FaceTime. I want to see your face." He demanded suddenly. "My face looks puffy," I whined. "So? I've seen your face multiple times. You know how puffy they look in the morning?" "Are you teasing me right now?" I asked, chuckling. "Yes! So I don't care if your face looks puffy. I want to see your face, I miss you already." "Let me wash my face then."

My skin is whiter than usual and my face is expressionless. I miss him. So badly. It's been really difficult for me not to see his face. It tore me apart that day when Roxy broke the news. I wanted to run away from the hospital but I couldn't. His face keeps haunting me all the time when I go to sleep. I dream of that beautiful day we spent with each other, over and over again. And during the day, I replay the memories of that particular day from morning till evening. Sometimes it's like I'm in a trance. I can't hear and see anyone or anything when I am thinking of that day. The day that I last saw him.