March 26th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Thirty days now. Thirty. That almost feels like one hundred years. How did thirty days turn into one hundred? I don't even know. Gosh, I just really need you with me. I feel so empty. Lonely. Cold because you're not here cuddling me.
I remember the times when you were here, that we would secretly hold hands in public, hoping no one would see us. Remember when we got caught? that old snub was so enraged. I wonder if he's lonely. That's probably why he has such a bad attitude.
Hopefully he gets what's coming for him. Not that I wish anything bad on him, I'm sure he's a nice fella. Okay no, he's not, but maybe he'll learn not to be so judgmental. Anyway, I hope you're doing well. Keep safe, and keep fighting.
Love, Louis.
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Finally updated after so long! I was supposed to update on Sunday (or Monday) but didn't get the chance to. I will make sure to update more frequently now; but not always because I have school, so maybe sometimes on the weekends. See ya later my loves😘.xX
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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)
