April 5th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Forty days. It has been forty days. Sometimes I ask myself, "Where are you?" and feel like you've suddenly disappeared from me. I don't know how I am supposed to keep living alone without you. I don't know how I am supposed to cope with each day of you gone, and missing you so much.
I just hope that where ever you're, you're safe. I don't know what I would do without you. Just keep fighting, my love. Keep fighting.
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)
