Ignite to the Shattered Pieces (Tom Holland fanfic)

Chapter 23

(7 Months Later)

(Dalena's POV)

These past few months have been a roller coaster. Piecing things together, regaining all what was lost in my mind, healing the tension between my parents and I, balancing time for Rosie and my old friends, along with Vicky and the gang, and overall just finding myself.

Overall, from what I can conclude so far, is that my interests and traits from when I lost my memories and when I didn't, seemed to all collide as one.

As of today I can firmly state that I am Dalena Brimdale, aspiring professional dancer, confident yet insecure at times, impulsive for sure, goes with my gut, observes things analytically, overthinks, loves to have fun, caring, and stands for what's right.

I currently reside in Paris, France since my dad's expatriate job in London had transferred him to Paris for a couple years. I made a deal with my parents that if I auditioned and got accepted to professionally dance at Palais Garnier, aka the French Opera House, they would allow me to independently live by myself, considering the dancing gig at the opera house pays really good money. I finally graduated from the facility, and received my diploma at BRIT school, and reunited with my old dance teachers to have them make recommendations for me to even audition to the opera house despite the fact that I may need more schooling. Fortunately though, sometimes, the opera house makes exceptions.

So the dream of being a famous dancer in Hollywood may have been a long shot, and I definitely didn't want to earn it just by being Tom Holland's ex girlfriend. Anything with Hollywood I couldn't even face anyway since it all reminded me too much of him.

Recently, I found out that Tom and Zendaya are officially dating, and I'm not surprised at all.

Jealous? Yeah, a bit.

Did it hurt finding out? Yeah, a lot.

I knew Zendaya had some sort of feelings for him anyway, behind her whole 'chill-friendship' vibe.

After many nights of crying in bed, screaming at the walls, and hating the world for a good month or so, I got over the fact that Tom moved on. What's worse, is that he most likely didn't change into the good and responsible guy I wanted him to be.

Zendaya was probably more accustomed to his famed persona anyway.

What hurts the most though, is that I remember everything.

Every word, every memory he and I made together.

I'm still trying to move on,

But those memories are permanent in my brain unfortunately.

It's Friday night, and after my big audition as a dancer at Palais Garnier, I got a call that I got the part as the second lead dancer in the upcoming Italian play!

To be honest I didn't actually think I was going to get the part.

Pop and hip-hop dancing is my first forte.

Ballet is my second.

And third is ballroom dancing.

Since this part consists of both ballet and ballroom, the two main dances that Tom and I actually did a lot together back in BRIT school, would be a bit of a challenge for me since I practiced a lot of hip hop and pop back at the facility after the car accident.