Love Me Before The Last Petal Falls

Tarja

Marcelo stood in the doorframe, tears in his eyes. How pathetic.
"I'm sorry Tarja, you know I love you more than anything," he whimpered.
"It sure didn't look like it when I found you in bed with that whore." She said, slamming the door as she left, carrying a bag of luggage with her. Naomi looked up at her mother and tugged at her sleeve, "Mommy, why are we leaving daddy?" She asked with wide eyes. Tarja took her daughters hand, tears threatening to pour down her cheeks. "We are going home for a bit, to stay with an old friend," "But mommy, this is home," said the toddler. Tarja didn't answer. She kept walking straight ahead, not being able to accept what had been going on in her life. She had noticed her husbands strange actions recently, but had though it was because of stress from work.

Tarja never would have guessed she would find him in their bed with another women, after she had come home early from a recording session, just to surprise him. She didn't scream or say anything when she walked in, a numbing feeling spread through her body. The realization of what was going on hit her like a truck. Once seeing Tarja the whore let out a gasp and Marcelo jumped off the bed, shocked he grabbed a pillow to cover his nakedness, "Tarja!"She had never seen him look so scared in her life, and was that also a glimpse of sadness she noticed? The singer's face stayed perfectly still as she took a sharp breath in, and walked out of the room, strangely calm. Maybe it was because she could not believe the sight of her loving husband sleeping with another women. Tears stinging her eyes, grabbed a raincoat off the hanger and slipped in a pair of sneakers. As she exited she heard Marcelo cry after her with shouts of "Wait! Tarja, dearest I love you!" She slammed the door as soon as she stepped outside. Not knowing where she was headed, the raven haired women jumped into her car and turned on the ignition. She started driving away just as Marcelo burst through the door, half naked. "Tarja please come back inside and let me talk to you!" Tarja opened the window just as she drove away. "I'll go pick up Namu," she replied icily. She stepped on the gas petal and sped off, only to hear him yelling after her "there's still an hour before she has to be picked up from preschool! Talk to me please!" Tarja hated to admit it, but Marcelo was right. There was still an hour before her daughter would finish preschool for the day, it wouldn't be fair to rip her out of school early without notice. But there was no way she could even look at her husbands face in that moment. Not after what he had done. Tarja drove down the street wondering if anyone noticed their outburst. But the streets of their neighbourhood was not as busy, since rain pour down, and the sky cracked with thunder. Tarja cursed the weather, it's drama only reflected the drama in her own life, causing an extreme case of pathetic fallacy. Realizing there was no where to go, Tarja decided to go down to the waterfront. Because of the unruly weather, no one sat on the beach, and the parking lot overlooking the water was deserted. Since the rains strength had increased, she sat in the car staring at the restless ocean. In all the years she had spent with Marcelo, she never imagined he would cheat on her. Always so caring, always by her side. Suddenly the man she entrusted with her life, had left her feeling worthless. Finally the tears began to flow, and she broke down sobbing. Shaking, she cried out and yelled in a fit of emotion. "How could he do this to me!?" She screamed. Tarja's body wracked with anger and despair, she pounded her fist against the steering wheel and let her feelings free in a fit of ugly tears. How the hell could he do this to her? How the hell did he think they could get past this? Did he really think she could forgive him? She caught her husband clearly enjoying himself in bed with a women whom she had never seen. There was no turning back. How long had her husband been unfaithful to her? Finally calming down, Tarja stared out the window across the vast waters, still rolling with waves which crashed against the sea shore. She wiped the tears from her face, taking a moment to exhale and compose herself. What could she do? One thing was for sure. There was no way she could stay around her husband, she needed some time to cool off. The only place she felt welcomed in at the moment was her old home. Turning on her phone, Tarja quickly booked the first ticket she could, back to Finland.

The plane ride had been smooth, and Naomi hadn't been restless like she was on most trips. The fluffy white clouds changed their shape and passed by quickly, much to the enjoyment of the curious toddler. Tarja took time to compose herself, now that she had time to clear her head. Was leaving the right thing? She was temporarily abandoning her new album, would she even return to it? Once Tarja had picked up her daughter, she told her they were going to go away for a while. Back at home, she quickly packed a bag for her and her daughter, Marcelo protesting the entire way. "Tarja please honey. We need to discuss this." "I just need some time to think Marcelo." The plane landed, the singer took Naomi's hand as they walked through the gate and grabbed their luggage. The airport was now very familiar to her, and it was easy to navigate her way towards the passenger pick up area. As the two started to approach the area where they were to meet Tarja's old friend, she began to worry. It had been years since she had seen said friend, and the last time they hung out together did not exactly end well. Should she have just decided to stay with someone else? Suddenly she spotted the familiar figure, standing in the distance and waving. Tuomas's comforting smile was a warm welcome back to Finland.