Where the Sun Sets

Part 9 | Ashley

The next few days passed in a blur of conflicting emotions. I couldn't shake the memory of Maynard's confession, the sincerity in his eyes, and the genuine affection he seemed to hold for me. Yet, the fear that gripped my heart was suffocating. The thought of opening up, being vulnerable, and letting someone in was a daunting prospect.

Jenna continued to be my anchor, offering words of comfort and understanding. She was a constant reminder that I wasn't alone in this journey, that love was indeed a terrifying and uncertain path.
Still, her encouragement couldn't dispel the unease that lingered within me.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the sky, I found myself sitting on my chair, aimlessly strumming on my Fender. 

I hear a sort of quick thump on my window. It followed with more. 

I hesitated, then opened the window, allowing the cool breeze to sweep into the room. Maynard smiled, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions – hope, understanding, and a touch of vulnerability. He extended the rose towards me. From the view above, it was like seeing a prince come to your rescue when you're a damsel in distress.

"I know it's a lot, Ashley. I understand if you need time," he said, his voice a gentle reassurance.

I couldn't help but smile. I told him to wait a minute as I hurry to meet him at the door. He stood right in front of my porch. The sun was glazing over his dewy skin and the California breeze swayed the palm trees behind. I took the rose, feeling its soft petals beneath my fingertips. The weight of my own fears pressed on me, but I couldn't deny the sincerity in Maynard's gaze. It was time to confront the walls I had built around myself.

"Maynard," I began, my voice shaky but determined. "I want to try. I want to understand what this is between us."

A genuine smile lit up his face, and he stepped closer. "Ashley, we can take it slow, at your pace."I began to realize that love wasn't about perfection. It was about embracing imperfections, allowing someone to see the raw, unfiltered version of oneself. Maybe Maynard can be a source of comfort, a safe space where I could be myself without judgment.