I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

Music became his constant companion.
It was hardly enough, though. One can’t live their entire life lost in
diversions. There were only so many songs that sounded out
Coeur’s desire to feel complete.
A girl once took it upon herself to kiss him.
Coeur was poor at academics. Numbers were difficult for him to
wrap his head around, and words were far worse. A girl in his class
offered to help him study. At her house, about twenty minutes in, she
pressed her lips to his.
Coeur was startled. He’d never kissed or been kissed, and the
concept of kissing had only crossed his mind as something people
did because they were in relationships or because they were bored.
Coeur was bored most of his life, but he’d never resorted to anything
sexual to cure it. Like everything else, he wasn’t sure if he liked girls
or boys or anyone at all, so it was easier to ignore the choices. But it
felt good being liked.
It filled his hollowness as she got on top of him, and they kissed till
their mouths were sore.
“Why are you doing this?” Coeur finally asked.
“Because I like you,” she said, kissing his jaw.
“But–” Coeur pushed her away gently. “Why?”
It took the girl a moment. Her eyes flickered about as if the answer
lay somewhere around her bedroom. Then, she did what Coeur
feared she would.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “You’re cute, and you’re nice,” she
said, smiling, reaching for him again. Coeur held her arms, stopping
her midway.