March 4th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Eight days now. I've been constantly worrying about you as days go by. I really want you to at least send me a sign. Send me a sign so that I don't need to worry. You could send me a letter as well, I just really need to know if you're alright.
Love, Louis.
YOU ARE READING
99 days (L.S)
Фанфик99 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)
