99 days (L.S)

Day 62

April 27th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

You know, they say fear is like a weapon. A weapon that blocks you from the power to be brave. Because once you're brave, you'd think nothing could ever make you fall, nor tear you down; But then fear comes along, and you immediately think of yourself as weak. You'd think you were only brave by choice. Like you've been tricked.

But then you realize, fear is something everyone has. That you aren't the only one afraid of something. You're probably wondering why I'm telling you this. Well, you may have forgotten, but you're the one who told me. You're the one who told me about fear. You said that the only way to get rid of fear, is to fight it. Not to ever make fear let you down. Not to let it break you, nor let it make you feel weak.

You're probably still Wondering why I'm telling you this. It's because you're fighting right now, Harry. Remember how scared you were before leaving? I made you so nervous and you almost decided to stay, even though you had no choice to. I regret everything I said that day. I know I never gave you a proper apology, even though it's too late. I really am sorry.

I'm sorry I doubted you. I'm sorry I made you feel weak. You're one of the most strongest people I know, Harry. I made you feel like you couldn't, and fear got to you, but you proved me so wrong. You stood up and made yourself feel heard. I just stood there listening to every word, wondering if you were right or not.

You were right, and you proved that to me because right now, you're fighting. You're fighting with fear. You're not letting fear get to you because you proved to yourself that you're not weak. To say I am proud of you, is absolutely right. I am proud of you. I want you to keep fighting. Keep fighting, no matter what.
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I know someone's at least wandering why I don't "Love, Louis" anymore. Well I'll reveal that in a later chapter :-)❤