“Look at me,” Vespa said. Her voice was low, a steady rumble beneath the crash of waves. “Not the drop. Not the rocks. Me.”
She leaned in, her forehead pressing gently against Awlivv’s. The Vespa’s side mirror caught the last gold of the afternoon. vespa & awlivv – oral encouragement
“Say it with me,” Vespa whispered. “ I move because I choose to. ” “Look at me,” Vespa said
“Then I’ll carry you back up,” Vespa said without hesitation. “And we’ll try again tomorrow. But you won’t fall. Not because the path is safe—it isn’t. Because I’ll be right behind you, every step. And every time you look back, I’ll be there. Saying exactly what I’m saying now.” “Look at me