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End of an Era	By : SirenSong Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Nightwish Views: 1732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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End of an Era
Aurelia (a.k.a. GoldSiren on FF.net)
NC-17, just to be safe
Pairings: Tarja Turunen/Marcelo Cabuli (mentioned), Tarja Turunen/Tuomas Holopainen
Warnings: Angst, Self-injury, Alternate reality, Hurt/comfort, Language, Possible violence (more warnings may be added later)
Summary: After being expelled from Nightwish, Tarja has to find a new path in life- but everything’s changed. Left alone in the world, can she still achieve her dreams or are they now too far away?
Disclaimer: This story has been written without gain and I neither know nor own the people involved. Lyrics used are not my own and artists used with be noted through out the story. Nightwish songs and lyrics will be the most commonly used and all actual setting are made up although the towns, etc are real. Please don’t sue; I’m only a poor student…
Author’s Note: Updates may be slow in coming as I have many other commitments, I’ll try to be as quick as possible and this IS a work-in-progress, meaning that as I write the chapter it will be edited and posted… Although sometimes I’ll still repost if I’m not happy with something…
*End of an Era: Silver Rain*
She sat there silently, staring out into the rain that poured out over the gardens- the perfect reflection of her mood. Nothing could make this all right; nothing could ever ease this pain.
There hadn’t even been any indication. How could they do this?
Maybe she hadn’t seen them, too busy trying to keep everyone happy- too busy trying to be perfect. A tear streaks its silver track down her pale cheek.
And now she has nothing. No husband, no band, no happiness, no hope, no chance.
They didn’t know, how could they? She never told them that Marcelo and her hadn’t been coping well in the marriage, she hadn’t wanted to admit that she had made a mistake. She didn’t love Marcelo, she cared for him but it wasn’t love.
Seeping deep into her bones, she knows that the coldness she feels isn’t just because of the miserable weather, but it’s also because of the hopelessness she feels inside.
She’d read every interview they’d given, every little detail anyone said or wrote about them and she’d kept her own secrets away. The media didn’t know about the split yet, but it wouldn’t be long- Tuomas and the boys had shown her Marcelo’s real face, his greed and selfishness.
It wasn’t meant to be this way. It never should have been this way, Nightwish was meant to be an escape and her marriage was meant to be perfect.
Moving blindly across the room, dark hair tangled and in disarray, Tarja knows that it’s only a matter of time before everyone finds out about Marcelo and her splitting. He wanted everything he could get from her and that wasn’t much anymore. When they’d married the bank accounts had been kept separate, but somehow it was always her money that they had used. The house had been under his name just like the cars… Only her old apartment was under her own name.
She’d been left stranded and she couldn’t go back to Nightwish, not now. It still hurt too much.
Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Tarja stares into her dead eyes and knows that it’s time to end all of the misery, time to do what needs to be done. The first of which is cleaning herself up and getting out of this house, Marcelo was out now and if she left it too much longer he would probably be home.
It was time to pack up another chapter of her life. The end of another era.
Apparently, Tuomas had sent her a text message- Marcelo had teased her with the fact when he’d taken her phone. He payed the bills for it, thus it was no longer hers. A lot of things weren’t.
She moves like an automaton, preparing herself to leave. Making herself presentable.
Within moments, she stands, dressed and neat with no sign of her internal agony showing as she begins collecting her clothes, make up, perfume, her laptop, every article of her life and packing it away.
Only what she needs or truly values will be going with her immediately and the rest will be taken to a storage facility so that Marcelo wouldn’t have it. These were her things, he could have the house- she didn’t care anymore, but some of these things had so many memories attached to them.
Standing next to the piano, the same one that she used to have in Kitee, as Tuomas played the opening lines of Sleeping Sun for her… Pulling out the red-stemmed glasses to welcome Marco to Nightwish… The same glasses to congratulate Emppu and Satu with the pregnancy… Jukka spilling his red wine on the floral rug that her grandmother had left her…
Blinking rapidly in an attempt to hold back her tears, ignore them, get rid of them, Tarja stands still for a moment, hearing the distant chime of the doorbell.
The movers are already here to take the things for storage.
Time flies by so quickly as everything is organised and soon Tarja finds herself sitting on the airplane back to Finland, her laptop open in front of her as she writes. Half of her time over the last few years seems to be spent travelling and she feels so lost. It feels wrong to be going back to Finland when most people seem to hate her now. She’d destroyed Nightwish.
Diva.
What a title to be given by the boys you loved as much as life itself! If she’d seen this coming, perhaps it could be different. She’d said those things to Tuomas, but she’d been angry at the time and it was in the heat of the moment- it wasn’t like the things he’d said had been that nice either. Yet she wasn’t telling everyone.
It would go with her to her grave; she’d not speak of it to anyone- she didn’t want to destroy his career like that. Perhaps she’d deserved it? She wasn’t certain anymore, she wasn’t sure on many things anymore.
So many people asked ‘how could you do that to Tuomas? To Nightwish?’ How could she answer that? What was left to say?
Her heart had been torn out too.
“Excuse me, Miss, could you please turn off your laptop- the captain is preparing to land.” The airhostess murmurs from beside her, her smile kind as she continues on to ask the same of other people.
To sleep, to find rest and peace- it would be so nice to just be forgotten, to disappear into the night.
But things were never going to be the same again.
It was time to say goodbye, to end this mess and begin again- a rebirth of sorts.
As the airplane descends and the clouds fade back into the daylight, Tarja leans back into her chair, a tear trailing down a pale cheek- she knows what to do now.
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