The next morning arrives with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light into the room. I slowly awaken to the gentle rhythm of Tristan's breathing beside me. Stretching languidly, I sit up in bed, allowing the events of the previous night to drift into focus. The challenges we face loom large in my mind, casting shadows of doubt and apprehension across my thoughts. Yet, in the quiet stillness of the morning, a sense of determination stirs within me, a resolve to confront whatever lies ahead with courage and resilience.
Turning to Tristan, I find solace in the steady rise and fall of his chest. With a gentle touch, I brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead, savoring the warmth of his presence. He starts to stir as I rise from the bed, his incoherent mumbling mak
