April 28th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Not much to say. Not much to really do. I went to the bakery today, but Barbara wasn't there. I almost forgot it was Sunday. I guess my mind just isn't really in the right place at the moment.
For a while now, I've just been distracted. Like my mind can't process anything. I feel like my mind might as well just explode if I can't even process a single thing that goes on in my mind. I don't even know why I try anymore. I can barely think of what to write to you
anymore. First it was easy, but now it's like my mind is just clouded.
It's been too long. I just miss you so much. Please, I know you can't really come home now, but just one letter, just one write back, and I'll be glad.
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)
