April 14th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I've been okay. For now at least. I hope you're doing well. I don't know what you're doing right now. Which is probably a foolish
question because of course I know what you're doing, but I just really want to know if you've eaten, or if you've been healthy.
This is probably weird for me to ask, but I'm just curious and worried. I remember you told me I shouldn't worry so much. Even after you decided to fight. I know we fought a lot over it.
Though, it made me think 'What if I did?' If we died, we would die together. If we lived, we live together; But I know it's too late because you're already gone, and I miss you like crazy. I know we will see each other again. I have hope. I love you so much.
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)
