"Um... Alright." Elena looked at her hand, looking, if something happens. She tried to focus on fire, rage and on whatever else. But nothing happened. But like she knew, if first you don't succeed, continue trying until you do. It was an old quote. Her mother always told her this, but at the current time, she had forgot to do so. She gave up too easily. She fought, tried, but finally, she gave up. A few years ago, she never gave up. Never.
Elena breathed in and tried to feel angry. She remembered all the things that made her furious. The man, a few situations that happened some days ago... And finally, she sensed some heat forming in her hand. It didn't become fire, but it was so close to it. It was more than heating up her own body. There was heat outside her body. It was on his hand. It didn't exactly touch her skin, more like levitated over there.
And even though Elena didn't succeed at creating fire, she was satisfied. But, of course, she had used much energy to do it and she became really tired. Not the same type of tired you feel when you want to sleep. She felt like she was tired of living. Maybe she had used more energy than she had?
"Thank you..." she whispered softly.
