March 23rd, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I'm praying for my people and you right now. The disaster in France is terrible. I hope you and everyone else are okay. The pictures I saw were horrible. I still have the horrible images in my mind; The bodies, the horrid smoke, and the people who looked absolutely terrified.
I just pray that we make peace some day. That we all just put this war to an end. I just pray for peace. Peace, I hope to come.
Love, Louis.
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99 days (L.S)
Fanfic99 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)
