April 19th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
I'm really worried for Eli. He isn't the same anymore. He's not happy like he used to be. He doesn't talk to me much either. Whenever I see him, he doesn't look me in the eye, or at me at all. He just has his head down.
I keep asking him what's wrong, but he won't say anything. The closet I got of an answer was, "okay" and I know he's not okay. I just really worry for him. A few days ago, I saw him sitting down alone at the beach. I did go and check on him, and tried and talk to him. Of course, I got no response and just a little shrug. I hope he feels okay soon. I'm really worried.
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)
