"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
- William Faulkner
POV: Stella
"Done eating?" Noah asks me. I nod. "Ok, I'll just take that then." Noah takes the tray of food I was eating and sets it on top of the dresser for now. He slides inside the bed under the covers next to me. "Movie?" He asks. "Sure," I answer. I've been catching up on what's on TV nowadays. I wasn't allowed to watch much TV when I was under my mother's care if you can call it that.
I lay my head on Noah's shoulder as he selects a movie from one of the streaming services. Apparently, no one watches regular TV anymore. It's all done through streaming now. It seems more expensive to me but at least you get to watch what you want, when you want.
Noah brushes his figures through my hair as the movie plays. I'm find
