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)
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)
