March 22nd, 1940.
{Writing}
Dear, Harry:
26 days. 26 days of feeling lonely. Feeling cold because you're not here lying beside me, keeping me warm. Sometimes I forget that you're not here and call out your name, or feel like you're here whenever I think about you, which is every day and every minute.
I just wanted you to know that I miss you so much and want you home so bad, but I know that you have to keep fighting and I will not stop you from doing so. I just keep praying that you make it out alive. I love you. So much.
Love, Louis.
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VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
99 days (L.S)
Fanfic99 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)
