April 2nd, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I hope you're alright my love. I heard what happened. I keep watching the news to see if anybody else got hurt, and hoping and praying that you weren't one of them. Anne and my mum rushed to me as soon as they heard the news.
I immediately panicked and began to cry, but they told me you were still out there. We don't know if you're okay. Please, give us a sign. Give us hope. That's all we need, my love.
Love, Louis.
YOU ARE READING
99 days (L.S)
أدب الهواة99 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)
