Tristan Vol. 4 Chapter 6

By: Asa Montreaux

The cab ride home felt like drifting through a dream. Tristan and Maisie sat close in the backseat, their hands intertwined, the cool leather of the seat beneath them grounding them in the reality of the night. Paris blurred past the windows, its lights casting a golden glow on their faces—the flicker of street lamps, the soft neon hum from late-night cafés, and the twinkle of restaurant lights reflecting off rain-slicked streets.

They watched in comfortable silence, the shared warmth between them speaking louder than words. When Maisie turned to him, her eyes reflecting the city’s glow, Tristan leaned in. Their kiss was slow, filled with unspoken promises and the lingering thrill of the evening.

When they finally reached their apartment, the familiarity of home wrapped around them like a soft blanket. Tristan poured them each a drink—a mellow red wine—and they settled into the couch, the city’s distant hum filtering through the slightly cracked window.

“So,” Maisie began, her voice low and thoughtful, “this offer… what do you think?”

Tristan swirled his wine, watching the deep red liquid catch the light. “It’s a chance to make a difference,” he said slowly. “But it’s also politics. Journalism isn’t just about telling stories—it’s about influencing perspectives.”

Maisie nodded, considering his words. “But isn’t that the point? To use your voice, your art, to shed light on what matters?”

“It is,” Tristan agreed. “But I wonder if it will be enough. Will it actually change anything?”

Maisie reached out, placing her hand over his. “Change doesn’t happen overnight. But every story, every photo—it’s a step. And if anyone can make people see, it’s you.”

Her faith in him was a balm, easing the weight of uncertainty. They finished their drinks in contemplative silence, the night stretching ahead, full of possibilities.

When they finally rose, heading to the bedroom, the city’s lights cast delicate patterns on their walls. They slipped beneath the covers, the familiar comfort of their shared space grounding them. As they turned off the lights, the stars visible through the skylight shimmered above, a silent witness to their quiet intimacy.

Tristan pulled Maisie close, their bodies fitting together naturally. The world outside might be full of challenges, but in this moment, under the vast expanse of night, everything felt right. The promise of love lingered in the air, a soft, unspoken understanding that tonight, under the starlit sky, they would find solace in each other.