March 17th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
The garden looks as beautiful as ever, today. I sent you a picture of it. I know I'm not a good photographer, but I hope you like it. It has grown more than last time, which is good because now, I can go out and look at it whenever I want.
I've been watering it as well, which is why it has grown so much. It's not weird or anything to look at it because it is our garden. It's just so beautiful and colorful. Even though you can't see the colors in the picture. I hope you're doing well, love you.
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)
