May 14th, 1940.

{Writing}

Dear, Harry:

All I want to know is if you're safe. I know you probably are, but I can't help but worry every second and listen to the radio. The days are also getting longer and longer since you've been gone, and it's killing me. I worry so much and at the same time, miss you like crazy.

I don't know when you'll be back. It seems like this war won't be over anytime soon. I just hope you can make it back to me, safe and well.

Love, Louis.

Hope you guys liked this chapter!.xX.

Our boys are gonna leave us broke😭