Jay Gatsby (gatz) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-05-08 22:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot |
Who? Jay Gatsby & Open
Where? His dock, through in Long Island
When? This evening
What? Contemplation.
Status? Open
Rating? Lowish
Gatsby wasn't sure if having his door open had been a blessing or a curse.
There were benefits. He'd been able to see his father, the man he had denied so many times, the man he had lied about, the man he had claimed to be dead, the father he had disowned even by his change of name. He'd had the chance to fix that relationship. To hug him, to call him dad, to talk to him and express his love. He'd had the chance to change his will to make sure his money went to the right people.
There had also been a lot of pain. As much as he loved seeing Nick again, it hurt like hell to know that the door was going to close, and Nick would be on this side of it. He'd just about got over his disappearance from the island, but to have all of those feelings</s> resurfacing again, only to know that he was going to have to leave him behind-
And then there was Daisy. There was always Daisy.
Gatsby was sitting at the end of his dock, trousers rolled up to his knees, feet in the ocean, swigging from a bottle of bootlegged whiskey. He was back at it- it being staring out across the bay at the green light that marked the end of Daisy's dock.
Tom knew. He'd kicked them out of his party. He'd finally stood up to Tom, and surely that was a good thing- except he couldn't stop thinking about what was happening now. What was he doing to her? Was he hurting her? Had he hit her, like he'd hit Myrtle? Everything was going to shit- again. It was like nothing in this world could ever be made right, no matter how many times he tried.