Throughout understanding and developing my powers, I have felt the power to end energy and life. No matter the importance of the situation, I was never able to finish someone's life. I sat there holding their heart within my hand. Their pulse raced; their blood shattered through their veins leaving oozing blood with a tint of satisfaction among my trimmed nails. At the brink of their life, I couldn't follow through with their demise. Instead of taking their last breath, I sent them somewhere where someone could finish the job. After opening the computer, I left the last stare of their life burned across my retinas. After years I never was able to take anyone's life, even if mine was at risk. Was it because of the lack of strength or rather a remaining remorse for someone's heart. I still remember