Make Me Forget✔

55/ T H E E N D

Song Of The Chapter: Years & Years- Olly Murs (loop it up while reading guys, it's literally such a lovely song, and it'll add a nice effect)

One Year Later

Anastasia's POV_

"Well done guys, I'm honestly proud of you." I cheered for my students at the end of our class, watching them as they spread around the room to take a break, while I got ready to leave after a few long hours of dancing non stop.

I'm happy to say I have eventually returned to dancing straight after Haven turned two months old, and I have never been happier.

It feels amazing being here again, moving and living exactly how I used to... the energy and the power I sense through me when I dance is incredible, and I undeniably believe this is the only thing I would passionately and willingly want to do for the rest of my life.

I feel healthy, happy, and alive. Not just by being here, but by pretty much everything taking place in my life.

I have had so many opportunities, and I have went through, by far, the greatest phase in my life.

Not over exaggerating or anything, but I have been blessed with a wonderful boyfriend, a beautiful, yet handful little girl, amazing friends, loads of support, and a rising career. Literally everything I could ever ask for, and probably a bit more as well.

With that said, let me bring you back to the present where as soon as I was ready to leave the huge, full room, I was stopped by the sound of music playing behind me.

I turned back around to watch my students standing in their proper order again, fixed in different columns and rows, waiting for me to notice their discipline.

"We're done for the day, guys." I informed them, looking around confused on why are they playing a different beat than the one we practiced.

They didn't seem to mind my words at all, and what surprised and confused me even more is the fact that they moved to the beat, starting a dance we haven't agreed on, or even planned.

It took us around a month to nail the choreography we worked on, and now that they're dancing so differently- and so perfectly, I must say- I'm overwhelmed and surprised by why did they plan another dance off in the first place.

"What's going on?" I was smiling nervously, a bit weirded out by how nobody is actually answering my question, stopping to take a look at the actual moves they're pulling, noticing a few back flips, and wheel attempts; a few of them even did the splits, and I was surprised by that as much as I was impressed.

So then it hit me.

Impressed, yes.

That's probably what they're trying to do... impress me, so I played along with it, and stood there, watching the show.

I have been trying to get them in sync for so long, and seeing them work together as such really felt and looked wonderful.

But then the music stopped, and everybody just got stuck to the ground; not moving, or explaining what actually just went down, and why was I left out of this project as their dance teacher.

Before I could ask about a specific reason, Haven ran across the room, my eyes widening in absolute shock to my own daughter stumbling her way cheerfully into the room, running carefully to me.

She just turned one a week ago, and everytime I look at her, my brain quickly ticks back to Conor.

Not because he's her father, but because she looks a lot like him... except, she's smaller, more giggly and feminine, and a bit cuter... just a bit.