March 31st, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Day by day, I can't come to think of what to write. I thought it would have been easy. That writing to you would make us communicate while far away and not make us feel alone, but was wrong. I feel very alone.
I have nobody to cuddle with at night, the bed feels empty, and I just cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I don't even sleep at all. Every time I try to sleep, my only thoughts are worry. I worry that you will never come home. I worry that something bad has happened to you and I will never see you again.
It scares me to think those things. Just please let me know if you're okay. Reach out to me, please. I love you.
Love, Louis.
YOU ARE READING
99 days (L.S)
Fiksi Penggemar99 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)
