Scenario: Elena and Damon are trying to have a baby in the mist of losing hope
Elena's p.o.v
Hope is a burning candle
that has been such a
struggle for me to blow out.
There is still a small open window.
A passing shadow, something
that I can never have, reaches
out from the great beyond. My
arms hurt while butterflies
fly around my stomach.
The wind carries my
heartache elsewhere.
No matter how brief,
I have been really trying
hard and long to witness
a miracle.