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.
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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)