Another Word For Blurred Mga Nobela at Kwento

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

Tears blurred my vision. Immediately, a car horn blared loudly. Light flashed in my face...bright, blinding. I turned, and everything went dark.

My mind goes blank. Everything around me stops. The world around me stops. My blurred vision is replaced with... Darkness! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

My vision grows blurry. And for the second time today, the world tilts. .

Warg said and then start to throw a magma at our enemies "What if I try to use my power, Lyca." One of the blurred spirits that I always saw aside from the blurred girl or should I say my doppelganger like what she said. “duh... Can you please stop cacodemon my boomerang is much powerful that your power?" The other blurred spirit said. Why are they coming out now and I can see that they are not that blurred anymore and they could talk now to each other not like when I forgot how to use my power. Isn't it because of that? Whatever the reason is I need all the power that they could offer to me.

My vision blurred, the world slipping away as I succumbed to the ominous embrace of unconsciousness. I am sorry, Nic and Enzo. I really am.

41~ I couldn't read the rest. My eyes were too blurred with tears.

tears blurs my eye. “I didn't mean for it to go this far.” I whisper but the room offers me no peace.

A tone that brought me peace. Suddenly, a new palette was introduced. One instant it was beside me in a flash, the next it was behind me in a faded blur. Grays, whites, and silvers whipped around me as I ran. It resembled some kind of fog, but the way it moved...it was almost as if it was alive. As if it was following me.

The bag waits with more composure than I can stand, more composure than I can hold. The words blur and bend and blur again, blur like my thoughts, blur like my pulse, blur like the parts of me I don’t want to face. They are old words, older than me, older than what I know, older than I can take, older than I can breathe. They are supposed to make this easier, easier than it is, easier than it should be. But they don’t. They don’t.