March 13th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I'm worried, Haz. There's been a lot of bombings that I've seen on the news.
Some were, I think, close to where you are. Hopefully you escaped them, or got on another boat. I almost cried, my love. I thought I had lost you. All I want is for you to show me a sign. All I want is for you to write me back and show me that you're alright. I need to know, Harry. Please. I love you.
Love, Louis.
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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)
