Novel & Cerita My Name's Blurryface

Whenever someone compliments Madam Florence, she always feels the movement of butterflies in her stomach. "Cute baby, what's your name?" Dr. Frank was asking for Johnson's name. Johnson mumbled, he is still little, and his words are not too clear. "Did you say your name is Thompson?" Dr. asked. The boy nodded no. Let me guess again "Samson?". The boy screamed "Johnson! Johnson!! Johnson!!!" Sorry dear, I don't mean to get on your bad side, but I can't hear you correctly. The doctor said and gave Johnson a pack of candy to pacify him. Madam Florence helped to pronounce the name properly, 'his name is Johnson.'

“Who called you?” She paused, and then her expression changed very slightly. Like I wouldn't like what I was about to hear, “…Ernest.” The name settled somewhere warm and embarrassing inside my chest immediately. I hated that Karl noticed. Her eyes narrowed instantly. “There it is.” “What?” “That face.” “I don’t have a face.” “You absolutely have a face.” I looked away quickly, heat creeping into my cheeks before I could stop it. Unfortunately, that only made things worse. Karl pointed at me dramatically. “Oh my God.”

I was thrown roughly onto the floor. I opened my mouth to plead for them to let me go but that didn’t happen as I was roughly banged behind my head and everything went blurry. "No! No!" I quickly opened my eyes to see Carly staring at me with a confident look on her face. "You see, I told you that you could do this. Do you remember any of these people? Can you pick out their faces? Their names, where they come from?" " No, I didn't see anything. The images were just blurry and dark. I couldn't picture their faces, I could only hear their voices."

" Amid the chaos, Don was thrown out of the company in a disgraceful state. Camden and Nevaeh attempted to meet with me several times after that, but they were never able to see me. Even so, I knew they wouldn't give up so easily. As expected, one evening while returning from a contract negotiation, a large truck suddenly swerved toward me. Unable to dodge in time, I blacked out. The last thing I saw before losing consciousness was Camden's cold, venomous glare. … When I regained consciousness, I found myself bound in an abandoned warehouse. Nevaeh no longer looked like the pampered rich girl she once pretended to be. Her makeup was smeared and hastily applied, and she was wearing cheap clot

It wasn't an ordinary question. "Yes, yes I will," I said firmly. "Good." She offered a hand. "Just for that, I'll reintroduce myself properly. Hi, my name is Blaze. I'm a celebrity. I like sweet and pretty things. And for the record, I think you smell really nice." "So does that mean you like me?" I asked sweetly, poking her ribs. "You said before that I was pretty." "Yeah, pretty hilarious." She dropped on the ground and stretched her arms wide, as if she was forming a snow angel with the leaves. "I'm sorry if I'm cold to you sometimes."

"Haha, don't be scared, I won't bite. Do you not remember me, dear Mez, I've awaited this moment for years now." "Who the hell are you? I don't know you! How dare you touch me!" "Whoa relax princess, you do know me, you just don't remember, my name is Zyrus." Zyrus... that name... why was it so familiar to me, my head started throbbing and a lot of blurry images began to flash before my eyes, great, it was another memory attack, why thank you for coming at the worst possible time ever. My head felt like it was being ripped open, it hurt so much more than before, why? I then saw blood on the ground, my nose was bleeding.

I looked down to avoid eye contact, but I was eager to know what his face looked like. Maybe he's handsome. My heart is racing. I took a deep breath and lifted my head slowly before I could greet this man. But I didn't expect that would let my face fall. I was saddened that the man's face was blurry. The only thing I saw was the lower half of his face. Above, it was erased. What is going on? He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. "What?" I couldn't make out what he was saying when he spoke again.

“I have a thing, a condition, that prevents me from seeing human faces. It’s called prosopagnosia or face blindness.” Proso what? I have never heard of this before. How can she not see faces? “Do you know how some people can’t see certain colors?” she asks, and I nod. “It’s like that, only that I don’t see faces. They are like a blur to me.” While I don’t fully understand her condition, I take a mental note to search for it later. “Well, you are better off not seeing my ugly face. It would have surely scared you away without even thinking about giving me a chance to win your heart.”

Me: Look at you, the greatest playboy being all mature and shit. Egotistical Jerkface: She-hulk, you should know by now that you bring out the worst in me. The blush on my cheeks flares to the color of a fire hydrant. Me: lol 🥴🥴 I close the chat and open my contacts app, then scroll down to the letter E. “Time to give you a new name.”

She would have to face a countenance entirely different from her previous look when she opened her eyes. I have to endure all of these because of that b*tch, Roxanne! Aubree gnashed her teeth as intense hatred overwhelmed her. It was only after an indeterminate time that she gradually opened her eyes. Aubree felt disgusted as she looked at her face in the mirror. Her facial features now resembled those of a typical internet influencer she despised the most in the past. She wasn’t ugly, but her appearance was no longer distinctive, and no one would realize she was Aubree Pearson.