May 5th, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
Two months, sixty nine days, 1656 hours. Almost three months since you've been gone. I try to convince myself that it hasn't been that long, and I even sometimes try to convince myself that you're still here. I'm even stupid enough to convince myself that you'll somehow walk through that door, and I'll run into your arms and everything will be perfect again.
I'm so stupid to even think like that. Heck, you probably still hate me for what happened. You probably want nothing to do with me anymore. I don't blame you, I write you letters every single day with nothing in return. You used to, but now I feel like you're just ignoring me because you're tired of them. I know I'm probably being a little bit selfish whilst you're out there fighting for your life, and ours.
I am being selfish, and I'm sorry. I know you can't just stop and write a letter like that, it would probably be too risky. Then again, I so badly just want to know if you're okay. I've been worrying sick about you for days, weeks. All I ask is just one, just one more letter back. One letter would make me feel so relived because I will know you're still out there, fighting harder than ever. Keep fighting my love, keep fighting.
Love, Louis.
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Y'all, today was a blessed day for us all. So much content and new songs. Louis breaking our hearts with those lyrics because damn!😭❤
I really feel like they're close to coming out, I'm not ready!😭
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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)
