Secrets Glasses

The two sides

i was sitting in front of him inside the café which we go to a lot. The place isn't so popular and its location is somewhat hidden between the other shops around it. I wasn't wearing my glasses. i was just suffering from not being able to see the reveal of the secrets in front of me. weird sensations were coming inside my buddy like the guests i couldn't embrace. They became pain inside me.

- A magical world, isn't it? We meet. Become so intimate.

- I targeted you, Maybe i always target greatly.

- but i can't hide the fact that you are underestimating my abilities. i have supernatural ones.

- like flying? Or reading people's minds?

- i used to dream that I could fly with my grandma's scarf. but no, reading minds is a better guess.

- that's interesting. i can't even read my own mind. Tell me more about me.

i placed my glasses on my face and then he became so attentive, like he believed what i was saying when i didn't even believe what i was seeing. Can i trust this glass?

this is the hardest part. maybe you think that the secrets start to appear to me like stars in a clear sky. but no. it's like I have to concentrate so hard to achieve them. i suspect i lose a few pounds every time. maybe you think the reveal of somebody else's secrets to somebody else is like transferring any other idea. i think the secrets get less interesting when the other person isn't inside your head. maybe i should develop the ability to put people inside my head. that would be amazing.

these glasses are debugged by someone else. someone i know. i know the way his mind works as a programmer. it's like this way of trying hard is also a part of the debug result. if i started to gain a lot of ideas about a person in a second i would die or he would die to me. i knew he was secretive. but not this much. the most important thing i could find out was that he's in a relationship with a witch.