23. Movie

Storm’s pov

I ordered some pizza, popcorn, sweets, and soft drinks. Everything a movie date should have, at least in my fucking opinion. Aaro looked at everything in awe.

"Have you ever seen a movie?" I asked her.

She looked unsure. "how much do you remember from your first six years?"

"I don’t fucking know. I mean, some things." I despised the way she avoided answering certain questions by asking me one in their place.

"No, really. What kind of memories pop up from that time?" Aaro asked.

"Ice skating with my mother; seeing my dad slap my mother across the face; going to school and training for the first time. Things like that stand out."

"So the big moments, right?" Aaro said. She turned around. "Well, I was told not to remember, and despite my best efforts, most of my memories have faded. I remember parts of it as smells or sounds. But I don’t remember people’s faces."

"So have you been to the movies?" I asked again.

"I remember popcorn. So probably. I don’t remember what movie I wa