The next day, Kit flew back to Thalora. But as he had said, he began to fly only the Solara route. Almost every week, he would arrive in Solara, and each time, he would stand outside my door for the entire night. Yet, I never once opened the door for him. Over time, my life in Solara gradually fell into place. I obtained diving, flying, and gliding certifications. In the summer, I visited the Majestic River. In winter, I went to the Snowy Mountains. By the end of that year, I was selected as the employee of the year by Air Montclaire and became the head of the flight attendants for the entire Solara branch. During this time, some men began to pursue me, but I didn't pay any attention to them. My wounded heart had healed, but the scars remained. To me, my career was the priority. For a long period after, my life continued this way, day after day, and Kit's life seemed unchanged as well. Every time he came to Solara, he would stand outside my door for the entire
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