Zia saw tears pooling in the corner of Sol's eyes and she realized that even though this story was made up, he seemed to be in genuine emotional pain.
Zia rested her chin on her son's forehead before saying with a smile.
"Just do what I always say, Solly. If something is difficult to say, then you should say it straightforwardly."
"I-I can't, I really can't bring myself to do that."
"But if you don't Solly, then the longer it goes on the more you'll hurt that person."
Sol's body shook and a bitter expression appeared on his face.
Zia's grip on Sol grew tighter and her gaze darted to the sky as if she was waiting for someone to show up.
Looking back at her son, Zia said.
"Don't worry Solly, your father will return soon. Hold on, okay?"
Sol nodded weakly, but in truth, his life was slowly beginning to fade away once more, like a comment at the end of its flight.
