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The train hasn’t slowed down yet. It’s still moving at the same pace, briefly stopping at one station before picking up speed again. People are boarding, and the space is getting tighter. The carriage feels warmer, closer. Marfa shifts her feet slightly to keep her balance. I catch that small movement and, without much thought, lean my body just a bit, giving her enough room. Not touching—just enough to make her feel safe. “It’ll be a while yet,” she says softly, her eyes fixed on the route board above the door. “Not too bad,” I reply. “Just a little more patience.” She nods. Her breathing is steady, her face remains calm even though fatigue is starting to show. There’s something about the way she stands—straight but relaxed—that makes this crowded situation feel more orderly. The train jolts again. Some passengers lose their balance. We’re pushed along too, but quickly regain our footing. There’s no panic, just an awareness of each other. Marfa gives a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good thing I didn’t fall,” she says quietly, as if talking to herself. I manage a faint smile. “Yeah. The train’s being playful today.” Silence fills the space between us once more. It’s not an awkward silence—it feels more like a comfortable pause. The lights inside the carriage reflect off the window glass, casting faint shadows of our faces that appear and then fade as darkness envelops the outside world. Marfa leans her back against the carriage wall for a moment. “Today… doesn’t feel that tiring,” she says, without turning around. “Maybe it’s because the pace is relaxed,” I say. “Or maybe it’s because I’m not alone.” She glances at me briefly, then turns back to look straight ahead. Her smile doesn’t widen, but there’s warmth in it—enough to make the night feel slower. The train keeps moving. Our destination is still far away. And for now, standing side by side in a packed carriage feels… just right.