It wasn't the first time I had kissed a boy, but this time it felt different. There was an intensity unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The moment was so powerful and immediate that I couldn't resist it, no matter how hard I tried. I found myself succumbing to my desires, but little did I know that it would lead me down a path of embarrassment and regret. I couldn't quite understand why. Each previous kiss had brought me pleasure and a sense of satisfaction, but this time, it was far from the same.
As our lips met, I couldn't ignore the resistance I felt. There was a taste of sorrow and a lingering scent of mourning in his breath. Part of me wanted to pull away, to escape the unfamiliar emotions that welled up inside me, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Instead, I was driven by an overwhelming urge to console his soul with my love.
