I have prosopagnosia—face blindness. It took me meeting Caleb Vance, the campus heartthrob of Columbia University, three times before I could remember his face. I never expected him to pursue me. After we got together, I discovered his mercurial nature. In public, he was the aloof, stoic Student Body President. In private, he was a wild, reckless biker boy. I honestly suspected he had a split personality. Until one day, I saw another face exactly like his. Only then did I realize this was just a game. Twin brothers, sharing one face and one identity, dating a girl with face blindness. Whoever slipped up first would forfeit the right to pursue their "white moonlight"—their childhood crush. 1 The university auditorium was packed. The Student Council was hosting an Innovation Competition, and Caleb Vance was giving the opening speech. His black suit was tailored to perfection, highlighting his impressive physique. He wore non-prescription glasses that hid his striking eyes, making him look cold and forbidden. The epitome of a sophisticated scoundrel. Girls in the front row held up their phones, recording and whispering. "Wow! No wonder he's the number one heartthrob. That forbidden vibe is everything." "That face is illegal. How does someone look like that in real life?" "I can't imagine what it's like to date him. Is he this cold in private too?" ... My cheeks burned. I remembered the passionate kiss last night. The dark fire in his eyes seemed ready to swallow me whole. "...Can I?" "No... you promised me, not until graduation..." I pushed him away with trembling hands, my heart galloping out of control. "Did I really... make... that promise?" He gritted his teeth. His dark eyes stared at me, surging with desire, annoyance, and reluctance. Like he wanted to devour the version of himself that made that promise in post-nut clarity. I couldn't help but laugh. He was always like this, forgetting his "sage mode" promises the moment he got heated. He always tried to renege, but I couldn't indulge him. After all, we'd only been together for three months. We missed curfew on our date. If not for his promise, I wouldn't have dared to go to a hotel with him. I shook my head smiling, pushing him away gently but firmly. Irritable Caleb's eyes reddened, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. Finally, though unwilling, he resigned himself to a cold shower. After washing up, he tossed and turned in bed. I was sleepy on the other bed, muttering for him to sleep. "I'm burning up. I want to ride." "Stop being crazy. It's midnight. We have class tomorrow." Silence. Just wordless silence. I endured it for a bit, then helplessly got up, putting on my shoes and jacket with my eyes half-closed. Caleb asked cockily what I was doing. "Let's go. I'll accompany your madness." He jumped up immediately, pecking my cheek happily. He put a helmet on me and pulled me onto his cool black motorcycle. We sped around the empty streets like wild animals. So, is he cold? Of course not. Although he has two faces—public and private. Sage Caleb is rational and gentle; Wild Caleb is reckless and free. But neither has anything to do with being cold. 2 Our relationship was secret; only a few roommates knew. I asked for it to be kept quiet because I have social anxiety. He was too famous. I was afraid of being pointed at and stared at. Maybe there was also some insecurity. I didn't think I was excellent enough for him, so I wanted to wait until the relationship was more stable. But Caleb was clearly impatient. These days, he was frequently posted on the Confession Wall, and a brave freshman girl was pursuing him relentlessly, saying she wouldn't give up as long as he was single. Caleb pinched my face, half-laughing, half-annoyed: "Why do I have to suffer this? I have a legitimate shield." "Do you love me or not? Are you just playing with me?" "You have to show something too. Just do one-tenth of what they do." Yesterday on our date, we ran into someone we knew. I immediately shook off his hand and jumped ten feet away. His face went black instantly. After I coaxed him for a long time, he looked at me with deep eyes. His thin lips hooked into a bad-boy smile. "Really want me to calm down? Then do one thing." ... Thinking about what I was about to do, my palms sweated, and my heart pounded like a drum. I pulled my baseball cap low, hiding most of my face. My sweaty hands clutched my bag strap, too embarrassed to take the item out. The speech on stage was ending. No time left. I closed my eyes and steeled myself. I shouted at the podium: "Caleb... Senior, I love you!" Still too cowardly. I should have called his name, but I switched to a less intimate title halfway. The nervous, urgent female voice exploded like thunder. Caleb's voice stopped abruptly. The venue went silent. Everyone's gaze shot towards me like arrows. Shock, disdain, disgust. "Who is that? So shameless!" "Where did this fangirl come from? Don't tarnish our heartthrob." "Crazy! Look at the occasion." I couldn't lift my head from shame, wishing I could find a crack in the ground. Whispers drowned me like a tide. Just when I thought I would suffocate from nervousness. "Thank you. I love you too." Caleb's voice sounded unhurriedly. After a pause, he calmly added, "Junior." The crowd went wild. Seconds later, cries of "Senior, I love you too!" "I've loved you for a long time!" erupted, almost lifting the roof. The scene turned into a massive confession fest. In the end, I, the instigator, was kicked out of the auditorium by staff. 3 When Caleb found me, I was sitting on steps lit by the setting sun. Curled up, face buried in my knees. "Satisfied now? I haven't been this embarrassed since I was born." I didn't look up, my voice muffled. "Will I get doxxed? I shouldn't have agreed to you last night." "What public display of affection? You just wanted to prank me!" Caleb pulled me up, lifting the brim of my cap. He touched my still-burning cheek, looking at me with clear black eyes. "Yeah, you should have refused." Got it. Sage Caleb is online. "You're so passive-aggressive. Who was whining and acting spoiled last night? Who forced me to agree? And this?" I angrily pulled out the banner from my bag. The golden letters were blinding. ——【Today, tomorrow, forever, loving Caleb every day.】 "Look at this cheesy slogan. Good thing I didn't take it out, or I'd die." Caleb glanced at it and casually tossed it away. "Yeah, you did the right thing." I wanted to complain more, but I saw his left hand clenched, lightly pressing against his stomach. "Stomach hurting again? Where's the food I bought you this morning?" Knowing he had a speech today, he still played so hard last night. Knowing he forgets to eat when busy, I bought him food when we parted this morning, but it was wasted. I sighed helplessly. Knowing he had stomach issues, I always carried medicine. As I looked down to find the pills, Caleb grabbed my hand. His pupils shrank, staring tightly at my slightly open collar. "This..." Asking the obvious? Isn't it the hickey you gave me last night? I blushed, pulling my collar tight, but he held it down. Caleb extended a finger, slowly tracing the marks, his eyes darkening. Face solemn, jaw tight. "It's fine, it'll fade soon..." Before I finished, his tight lips pressed down. Hot and dominant, as if trying to cover and erase those marks. Idiot, that will only make it more obvious. But I couldn't push him away. A long while later, he rested his forehead against mine, voice hoarse. "Sometimes I... lose my head... you have to stop me." "Don't let me mess around in the future, okay?" I was dizzy from the kiss, my face bright red. I pushed him away and complained softly. "You're so weird. Yesterday you were the one who couldn't be stopped, today you're the one reflecting." "Sometimes I suspect you have a split personality. So fickle." Caleb froze, then smiled faintly. He rubbed my hair: "Then which one does Lily like? "The me from last night? Or the me right now?" I was baffled. "Aren't they both you?" "Loving someone means accepting all of them." "Don't worry, I won't dislike you for being moody." I magnanimously handed him the pill. Just as I was about to pour water into the cap, he took my water bottle and drank directly from the spout. Um... I just drank from that. Caleb lowered his eyes, slowly screwing the cap back on, asking casually: "Lily, has anyone ever lied to you?" "Probably." "Did you forgive them?" "Depends. White lies, maybe. Principled issues, absolutely not." 4 Caleb asking this probably meant he thought I wasn't very smart. After all, our meeting was a series of blunders. That day, my roommate dragged me to help hand out flyers for a club. The aloof President had just finished inspecting the site with his entourage. He turned around, changed his outfit, appeared at the school gate, and I stopped him to shove a flyer in his hand. He put one hand in his pocket, raised an eyebrow at me, and said nothing. Turning around, he came out of the school and was stopped by me again. This time, he laughed. His thin lips hooked meaningfully: "On purpose?" I shook my head vigorously. I would never admit I stopped him because he was handsome. He raised an eyebrow: "...Don't you know me?" Huh? Should I? While we stared at each other, my roommate came to the rescue. "Sorry, Senior. My friend has face blindness. She can't remember people without seeing them seven or eight times." "No way! Three or five times is enough." I retorted sheepishly. Maybe handsome guys are easier to remember. That evening, outside a coffee shop, I knocked over his coffee. "Sorry, sorry! I'll pay for it." I apologized profusely, taking out my phone. Caleb looked at me speechlessly, amused. He leaned in close, his narrow, flying eyes meeting mine. I was stunned. So handsome! So stylish! What a day, running into handsome guys everywhere. Finally, he smiled faintly and readily added me on WeChat. "Let's be friends, Miss Face Blindness?" Later, after we got together, I asked him what attracted him to me. Caleb laughed uncontrollably, pinching my cheek mischievously. "I just wanted to see exactly how blind you could be." Pfft, being blind is better than being fickle. Besides, I'm not blind, just slow to recognize faces. Unlike you, changing faces faster than flipping a book. Luckily, I'm adaptable. I can accompany Sage Caleb to the library, discuss life and philosophy, grind studies and exams. I can also accompany Wild Caleb racing, rock climbing, hiking to see the sunrise, going on spontaneous trips. I admire myself. Dynamic as a rabbit, quiet as a virgin. Sigh! Boyfriend is too high-maintenance; I can only improve myself.
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