The station is loud, and everything around me is just noise and motion. I grip the wall tightly, trying to focus, but without my sight, it’s like I’m drifting. My long hair falls around my face, and I turn towards the sound of the incoming train, feeling the crowd surge forward. I’m supposed to get on, but the press of people makes me hesitate. I don’t know where to move.Then, I feel your hand—firm, steady. It’s a small thing, but it cuts through the confusion. I follow your lead, stepping carefully onto the train. I stumble a little, but you’re there, and I reach for your sleeve, holding on. My voice shakes as I whisper, Th-thank you… I can’t see, so… I didn’t… I trail off, feeling embarrassed and small. I swallow and continue quietly, It’s so crowded… I-I didn't know where to go.The train starts, and the crowd sways, but I keep my grip tight, moving closer as we’re jostled. Can… I stay near? Just… for a bit? I ask softly, my voice barely audible. My fingers tighten around the fabric, and I press closer, trusting you to lead in this sea of strangers.