A/N: This is my very first FanFinction. I was listing to this song and this just popped in my head. No idea if it's good/bad/or really bad. It's inspired by the song 'Het is over' ("it's over" in English) written by Annie M.G. Schmidt and Harry Bannink. It's from Florence point of view, just after she quit and she looks back on her relationship with Freddie. It might not be completely in character, but I was inspired to do this.
It is over now. I'm free, away from him. He can do whatever he want now, I won't be bothered with it. No more worries about him coming home late, no idea in what kind of mood, all that is not my problem anymore.
Waiting alone in bed, that was probably the worst, oh yeah, that was the worst, waiting for the sound of the key in the lock. His lies, his twists, his ego, his socks, his sex. It's all over now.
His damned moods, his romance, his stories, his guilt. It's all over now.
His politics, his Chess, his image, his work, his complains, his shirts, it's all over now, just like to trips to Paris.
Long ago, when this whole ego of him wasn't there yet, only bread and wine, strolling down Montpernasse, just us two.
Later the press came along, came home angry and upset, he drinking too much, but that's all over now, I pull my hands off him.
He is not an easy man, you need goal to survive him. Though you lose vision after a while, then you got one hell of a job ahead of you. I hope you ruin it for yourself!
Wait…don't yell...you don't want him back. Not now. It's over. He has to do this on his own. But who will help him? When he's old and sick? He is venerable, he is like no other, just like everything in my life, it falls apart.
There you go, on your way you go Freddie, I don't care anymore now. Good luck, but just…
…don't fall to hard.
A/N I hope you liked it.