Serpentine Desires
she placed the cup aside and looked at the distance as if she was recalling something, “has a way of confusing us. We want to make sense of it, of people, of relationships. But some things aren’t meant to be defined, Seraphina. Some bonds exist not to give us answers, but to teach us.”
I wanted to argue, to ask her how to let go of the questions gnawing at me. How to understand someone like Judas without losing myself in the process. But all I could do was nod.
“You can’t force clarity where the heart still hesitates,” she smiled but it each her eyes. “But you can choose how much of yourself you give to the… unknown.”
Before I could respond, the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed fr