Same Face Syndrome 소설 & 이야기

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.

"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.

“ Well sir……um……….his condition is different….yes, his own is mild, yeah, a mild prosopanatio…” “ Prosopagnosia”, the old man corrected. “ Yes, yes, his own is mild, that is why he can recognize faces if he sees them in person but cannot recognize them in pictures”, I said, hoping that I just didn't out myself. “ Well, okay, if that is the case, lets head to the morgue”, he said, getting up from his armchair. “ Oh, thank you sir”, I said as we all followed him out of the office.

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.

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

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