Why Can I Make My Vision Blurry On Command の小説・ストーリー

My vision blurred. And suddenly… No one was holding me anymore.

“What about them?” “Are you... can you see right now?” "Yes," I lie but Hannah let's out a scoff. "Liar, I just held up two fingers in front of you and you didn't see them," She exclaims. I exhale slowly, fighting the tremor in my hands. “Okay, fine, yes I'm blind. But it’s temporary. It happens when I overuse my ability. The vision comes back eventually.” “This happens always?” Her tone is skeptical, and scared even.

Immediately, my vision went blur and I passed out. . . . . . TBC

“Le PV22 a parfaitement fonctionné sur lui. Il a été absent pendant si longtemps qu'il était inutile d'essayer de le faire revenir à la réalité. Ouais patron, il n'y a pas d'autres effets secondaires. Je suis certain que tondre à droite tout ce qu'il voit devant ces yeux est pire que la vision d'une mouche Tout ce qu'il peut voir, c'est des tons noirs et blancs flous.” (The PV22 worked out perfectly on him. He was out for so long that it was pointless trying to make him come back to reality… Yeah boss, there are no other side effects from it. I am certain that right mow all he sees before those eyes are worse than the vision of a fly. All he can see is blurry Black and white tones…)

Serves her right for thinking she could command me. While I was basking in the joyous feeling of seeing that she-devil being scolded, I also felt his anger rising within me. I rose, and it was making me dizzy, my breath became laboured and I saw black flashing spots dancing before my eyes. “Antone, you need to calm yourself.” I tried to move closer to them as my voice came out barely above a whisper. I couldn’t move, my libs wouldn’t obey me. My vision was getting blurry now.

I offered an excuse. I tried to divert my attention from him, but even in the dark, I could see everything clearly. There was no speck of dust in his eyes or on his lips. I realized that I had been staring blankly at him, without understanding why. I kept tapping myself, but it wasn't because I was nervous. I was simply ignorant of this man. I apologize if my previous response was not clear. Here is a possible translation of the text you provided: "I have a blurry vision... It's just a little bit though..." I lied again, as it gives me confidence. "I think I really need to have my eyes checked," I added to hide my growing nervousness and curiosity about myself.

Badly. "Relax, sir… relax..." Another voice this time. Softer. A woman’s voice. Calmer, smoother. It cut through the chaos in my head like a warm knife through ice. But my vision was still blurred, smudged like rain on glass. I could barely make out the figures around me. Just shadows. Shapes. Echoes of familiarity. I blinked hard, trying to force clarity. It didn’t work. I lifted my hand and rubbed it over my eyes, slow and deliberate, wincing as even that slight movement triggered another surge of pain through my arm. The haze began to lift, gradually.

It was blurry because of the tears in my eyes but I squeezed my eyes dry and looked clearly. . . . .......

All I fееl іѕ thе ѕtееl оf hіѕ grір when hе hоldѕ mу wrists together. The drugѕ mаkе things blurry іn my mіnd. Thеу mаkе me rеасt ѕlоwlу. When I trіеd tо fan a ѕріdеr оn thе wall so іt wоuld go аwау, mу hand kерt mіѕѕіng. I wonder if thе ѕріdеr wаѕ rеаl.

My vision gets blurry as I continue watching them making out until I can’t take it anymore and I press my back on the wall, wiping my tears away. What should I do to stop this reaction?