April 18th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I hate watching the tele. Mostly because the news is always on, and you know how much I hate the news. I just feel that if I watch it, I will see that something has happened. Something bad. I guess you can say I'm scared. Frightened more like.
I don't know what I would see. I'm just really nervous and scared that it won't be good. I just have to keep praying. Keep praying that you'll be alright. You're probably annoyed with me saying this, but I'm just worried. I love you and miss you.
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)
