March 10th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
How are you, Harry? are you okay? are you hurt? have you been attacked? most importantly, are you alive? all these questions have been eating at me. I don't know what to think anymore.
You won't give me a sign. Though, of course, I know you're fighting for your life and ours right now. It scares me so deeply, but I know you're strong. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting.
Love, Louis.
YOU ARE READING
99 days (L.S)
Fanfiction99 days since you've left. 99 letters sent to you from a far. Such a long time feels as much as a century. Keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting, and I'll be here waiting. {1940} Started: 2/2/19. Completed: 12/7/19. Cover by: @wafflesxberries (CC)
