Three Years and Eighteen Goodbyes
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.