"I like him", she thought as she held him very tightly. The metro was shaking briskly and she was trying to avoid falling down. With her face against his chest, she couldn't see his face. Peaceful, she closed her eyes. He could be anyone else in the world. She would possibly forget his face when they stopped seeing each other and lost touch. "Maybe it's not about him. Maybe I just like having something to hold onto". She looked up, he smiled. Very simply, automatically responding to her quick glance. He kissed her forhead softly and said nothing. What was he seeking in her?, she wondered. Did he feel as comfortable, peaceful and calm? She closed her eyes and hoped that he did. The train stopped at her station and he got out in order to walk her home. "I don't want to say goodbye", she realized suddenly - and it was the only certainty that she had. Yet the deadline for their ending seemed to be what held them together so closely. Could she put that into words? She didn't want to, she didn't want the separation to become real and the distance to become unsurmountable. She wanted to keep holding on.