Nick Carraway-Personal Narrative

She was standing there in the bright light, her silver jewelry and shiny pearls glistening. I avoided eye contact when possible, but my God was she stunning. After five long years she looked the same. I glided into the shadows of my halls to get closer to her cousin, Nick Carraway. Nick was a happy fellow who didn’t seem to understand the lifestyle of the rich. The invite I sent him was only to get him closer to me, which would get me closer to my sweet Daisy. I started to watch Daisy again from the hall when we caught eyes. “Oh hell, has she recognized me?”, I thought to myself. I figured there was no going back, so I slowly crept towards her slim figure. I put one hand on her shoulder and she spun around quickly, eyes wide. “Jay?” she said …show more content…
“It’s been a while.” “Yes Daisy, it has. Would you care for a dance?” She agreed and we danced for a few songs, before getting tired. I went away for a minute and brought back a few drinks, two Mint Juleps to be exact. We downed them quickly and went off to a quieter place in the house. I asked her why she married that “hulk of a man” Tom and she said she truly loved him. “Blasphemy” I replied in a harsh and slurred voice. By that point I was a little drunk and a little angry, not a good mix for me, I know. So I asked her again, “Be honest wi-with me Daisy. Why do y-you truly love him?” “Gatsby, I was helpless when you went to war. I had nowhere else to turn. I needed someone with financial stability.” “Oh so you wa-wanted his money? That’s it?” “No Jay! I loved him!” “Loved?” “Oh no. I have to go and find Tom. I shouldn’t have come. I’m such a fool!” She almost went out of my sight until I built up the strength to stumble after her. I tried shouting to her, “Dai-Daisy!”, but had no success. I finally caught up to her, “Daisy, live here, with …show more content…
She didn’t resist. It felt like an eternity before our lips parted. I looked over her shoulder and there was Tom. He stood there, mouth gaping, confusion in his eyes. He ran over hastily and ripped Daisy out of my arms. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Daisy?” “Tom, I can’t anymore. I can’t live a lie with you. I’m sorry.” Tears seemed to well up in his eyes but he blinked them away. “Alright then Daisy. I’ll see you at home. Hopefully your mind has changed by then. Just think about who truly loves you, me or this bootlegging liar.” He walked away in a fit of rage. Daisy turned around and stared me in the eyes, leaned on my shoulder, and started sobbing. I tried to console her in the middle of the loud and drunken party, but it was too chaotic. I told my servants to shut it down. I brought her to my bedroom where I put her to bed. I made sure everyone was gone before looking out of my bedroom window to the other side of the bay, the fog too strong for the green light to appear. I slunk into bed with Daisy, already asleep, and thought about the green light that was not to be seen that