Oral Encouragement | Vespa & Awlivv –

Awlivv’s lip trembled. “What if I fall?”

“Look at me,” Vespa said. Her voice was low, a steady rumble beneath the crash of waves. “Not the drop. Not the rocks. Me.”

The Vespa hummed to a stop at the edge of the coastal road, the warm engine ticking as it cooled. Awlivv sat behind the handlebars, knuckles white, breath shallow. Below, the cliff path snaked toward a tiny, impossible beach. vespa & awlivv – oral encouragement

“I move because I choose to,” Awlivv echoed, the words shaky at first, then firmer.

She leaned in, her forehead pressing gently against Awlivv’s. The Vespa’s side mirror caught the last gold of the afternoon. Awlivv’s lip trembled

“I can’t,” she whispered, more to the wind than to herself.

Awlivv’s eyes, glassy with fear, finally locked on. Vespa’s gaze was flint and honey—hard enough to hold, sweet enough to trust. “Not the drop

“Good,” Vespa said, and the smile in her voice was a small, warm sun. “Now, let’s go find that water.”