Same Face Syndrome Novels & Stories

The face of this man wasn’t the face she knew back then even aside the fact that they are all grown ups now. “I remember you. But why do you look so different?” Meagan asked. “Hazel didn’t tell you?” Jones questioned. Meagan tilted her head sideways to look at him. “Tell me what?” He smiled. “This face you are seeing isn’t my real face.” Meagan furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t understand you, Jones.” “I had surgery to fix my face after a fire outbreak in our home.” Jones replied. Meagan eyes widened in surprise. “Really?! Why?! Oh sorry..the fire outbreak..how did it happened?” She blurted out.

"Even if I'm close to a person or even if he is a relative, remembering his face is a very difficult task for someone like me. And that's why I wasn't surprised at all when you said we've already met. The only explanation why I could not recall when and where we first met even before in the bar is because of my condition which prevented me from remembering your face.” "W-What? I don't get it. How can you not remember the face?" "I have had moderate prosopagnosia ever since I was born. It's a defect on a certain fold of my brain that hinders coordination of the neural systems responsible for facial memory and perception. That's what my doctor said." I chuckled before turning my gaze to Rupert

“What did you do to me?! I’m going to sue this hospital. That’s not me in the reflection!” “You destroyed my face! No, no, no... this is a dream. It has to be!” The right corner of my face was something I couldn’t describe. The skin there looked raw and uneven, mottled with angry patches of dark red and pale pink. It stretched in ways it wasn’t meant to, like it had melted and healed wrong. Part of my cheekbone looked slightly sunken, and there were faint lines trailing near my jaw, like ridges left behind from a bad burn. My lips had healed unevenly, the right side pulling slightly downward—distorting the symmetry I once prided myself on.

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

“ Why not? I funded you and your hospitals with millions of money.” “ Your majesty, because of acid, your original face is damaged. Even with surgery, we can’t regain your original face. For seven years you are undergoing multiple surgeries to change your face. If you again undergo surgery to change your face. your face will be ruined. “ B doctor says. “ I WANT MY FACE BACK.” D doctor comes out of the crowd and stands alone. “ Maybe, we can try this. If you have a twin sister. We can get her face skin to reconstruct your face. Anyways twins look alike.“

If so, is Liana just there to remind Kai of his ex? Liana closed her fist. Her realization hit her like a ton of blocks. Kai's not only rude, bossy, and annoying. He's also a user for his own gain. "Here, take a look at your twin," Pat giggled. She put her phone on the table and shoved it to Liana. Liana eyed the phone. Stella looked seriously like her. Stella is whiter compared to her, and her hair is long blonde. Liana has wider eyes compared to Stella. They have different moles too but other than that, they share the same features. It's like they're twins.

I had no pity, I couldn't feel compassion for Frederick, because all I could remember was all the harm he had done to me and that two days earlier he could have killed me. When the doctor removed the last gauze from his face, I was certain that he knew what he had caused me, that he would feel at least the same physical pain. His face was swollen, purple and deformed, but I knew it wouldn't go back to being the same as mine had. My face was the same as before, but Frederick's wouldn't be. Not that he would be unrecognizable, he wouldn't, but he would have visible marks from it. It was noticeable that his eyes were misaligned, his nose somewhat crooked, and there was depression on one side of

“I didn't recognize you; you were so bloody. Besides, I only saw you that night, and with so much stress and running around, it was a traumatic experience, and my car was a total loss.” “It's very strange; it's the first time a woman doesn't remember my face and resists having an affair with me the first time they meet me; You intrigue me; you are a challenge for a psychologist.” “I have a problem with recognizing faces; I think it's called prosopagnosia, and I associate faces with people who act the same; besides, I erase the ones that make me have bad experiences.”

“So any ideas?” “A face recognition will still work, no face change is 100% different from the original. There’s still going to be some similarities between them, maybe a left dimple or the size of their irises, could be anything”, Catherine explained, her forehead creased in concentration, tilting her head to the side slightly, later shrugging at the end “Thanks baby, you just saved me months of sleep”, Alexander grinned, smacking his lips on her cheek, making her giggle.

But why did he find him at the cemetery? Rudy Rude had been asking people. He had started with the ones who were jogging in the park. He had tracked JC down like a bloodhound sniffing corners. Inside the police station, JC took a bench panting. He was gathering his strength for the worst to come. His mind was dancing at some thoughts. He mused at what Tessa Lopez told him once. It made a lasting impression, which now could be viewed with practical implications. It was about some people's absence of memory on faces. They had difficulty recalling them. A small percentage could not remember at all. It's a mental disorder she called prosopagnosia or face blindness. In severe cases, they don't e