disclaimer : All ideas I have of Prosopagnosia is based on a film and this is literally just a jercy au of that film. I apologise for any inaccuracies ๐ญ
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Jason wondered what a dream or a memory was. If every memory blurs within seconds, how do you hold on to them?
Jason met Percy in a series of coincidences. As the guy he drunkenly made out with outside a club, as the new barista in his favorite cafรฉ, as the random passerby walking his dog at a park. He didn't recognize him in the last two encounters and Percy was visibly upset about it.
"We've made out already, I know how you like your coffee, you've met my dog. At this point we shouldn't even be friends, we should be hooking up already but you can't even recognize me? Wow!" He screamed at Jason as he turned away.
"Face blindess!"Jason desperately yelled as Percy walked away with his dog.
"Face blindness." Jason repeated. "I'm sorry."
They sat on a bench as Jason explained his disability to him. He explained how sometimes, he can't even recognize his family if he doesn't see them for long. He talked about how whenever he's speaking with others, he would smile at them and nod until they say something that will remind him of who they are.
"So... you can't recognize faces? Your brain can't store facial memory?" Percy asked after Jason explained his disability to him.
"Yeah, like how you'd see a dog in the street today and not recognize them the next time you see them."
"Oh, so we're dogs to you? I'm a dog?"
Jason panicked. He really did not want to offend this guy who seemed mildly interested at him. "NO! No, Christ, no."
Percy laughed. Jason found it nice.
"I'm messing with you." Green eyes twinkiling with mischief, lips curled in a smile.
Jason thought he never wanted to forget this face.
"What dog would I be though? To you?" Percy asked.
"One with a loud, annoying bark."
"Asshole." Dimple on his right cheek. Helix piercing on his left ear. Green eyes.
Jason tried to commit him to his memories. Green eyes.
"Give me your phone." Percy said.
"Just give it." He repeated as he tried to grab Jason's phone.
"You said it gets better when you see the person regularly, right?" He opened the camera app. "Well, if you can't see me, just look at these photos."
(He feels like he would agree to anything for Percy, green eyes, right dimple.)
"Here, your new jack off material." Green eyes, twinkling.
"I'm messing with you, glasses!" Percy laughed.
Green eyes, mole on the neck. Nice laugh.
Jason smiled. Maybe this one will work. Will stay. Maybe.
They do, eventually, end up hooking up. Or dating, as Jason calls it because he's not as crass as his boyfriend.
Percy would tie his hair to a half top knot so Jason would recognize him anywhere. Jason thought he looked silly. Percy disagreed.
They took hundreds (thousands?) of photos. Percy in his barista uniform. Percy with his dog. Percy waiting for him on his motorcycle. Percy laughing. Everytime they see each other Percy would steal his phone and take selfies.
Jason never deleted any of them.
"It's like a dream." Percy said one day. "You know how you can remember snippets of your dreams? But you never remember how people in your dreams look like. But you remember them and the dream. I'm right, right?"
Jason touched his face. Green eyes, dimple, piercing.
They were lying down in Jason's bed, facing each other, bathing in moonlight. Jason's eyes tracing every shadow on Percy's body.
He wanted to kiss them all.
"No." He replied. "It's not like that for me."
Percy's brows knitted in confusion. Jason commited it into memory.
"You know how people fall out of love, and they move on, and they say the pain disappears but their hearts have learned what it's like to be hurt and they will always know what it's like to be in pain?" Jason swallowed. He touched Percy's chest, right above where his heart is.
"They'll always be here for you. But to me, they will blur and they will disappear. Like my dad, like my mom, like everybody else whose faces I can't remember." He traced Percy's face. Green eyes. "How will my heart ache for someone my mind doesn't recognize?"
"And I'm scared." He whispered. "One day, when you're gone, when you leave, you will blur, then disappear. Every beautiful thing we shared, they will disappear."
"They won't." Percy wiped Jason's tears. "I won't, I promise. I'll stay. I'm too stubborn to be forgotten anyways."
Percy's thumb as he wipes Jason's tears. His palm on his nape. His lips against his. The sound of his voice breaking as he repeats "I love you. I love you Jason. I'm here. I'll stay. I'll stay." His eyes. Green eyes. Green eyes.
Jason lets himself believe he'll stay.
And he did. And Jason sees him everywhere.
He sees his face on billboards, on his teacher, on strangers. Percy's face is the only face he recognizes. He could close his eyes and he would see him. Piercing, dimple, green eyes. He was his world.
They were happy. He stayed.
Life happened. It was a common break up.
Everybody leaves. Jason has made peace with this fact years ago.
But he doesn't want to forget Percy. Not him, no. He would rather live every day in agony than forget every beautiful thing with Percy.
He sits down on the bench where he told Percy about his disability.
He opens his phone and scrolls thru photos.
Scroll. Someone with a dog.
Scroll. Guy with a top half knot.
"No." Jason weeps. "No, no no."
He closes his eyes. He tries to remember. His laugh. His mole below his Adam's apple. His dimple on the right (left?) cheek. Piercing (on which ear?). Green eyes.
"No, no. Green eyes. Green eyes." He hastily opened his phone.
Someone with brown eyes smiling.