I loathed Daisy so much at that moment. Daisy was not the angelic cousin I knew. She never was, after that day. As I write this, Gatsby’s bewildered face flashed through my head. “Oh, don’t you worry honey. I know it’s him. The only problem that’s there is, what if your little lover decides to open his big mouth and tell the cops it’s you?” said Tom. “He is a man of games. God knows what he could do to pull himself out of this mess” Daisy kept her hand above her heart and her face tipped to the side. She must have known that Gatsby would never betray her. Maybe it was her greed to live her life to the fullest that made her chose the wrong decision. “Oh my god Tom, I’m are t-terrified. What do we do now Tom? What do we do?” stuttered Daisy, clutching his hand tightly with her other hand.
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“Don’t you think everyone will be suspicious? I mean, where will we go on such short notice?” questioned Daisy. “Leave that to me,” said Tom, impatiently. A look of determination crossed across his face, he had already lost Myrtle and he wouldn’t lose Daisy. ”We will leave first thing tomorrow morning, no one will get to know where we are. I will get the paperwork done by tonight “ All Daisy did was nod her head, with a small smile plastered on her face. The tears had stopped leaking just as soon as it had started, making it difficult to judge whether she had anything left inside of her for Gatsby or if her love was fake. They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale – and yet they weren’t unhappy either. Aware of the loud thumping of my own heart, I pulled away from the window. I wanted to tell Gatsby what Daisy and Tom were planning. However, upon looking at Gatsby’s whose back was facing towards me and staring at the moonlight. I chose not to and walked away from the house, leaving Gatsby there watching the
“Don’t you think everyone will be suspicious? I mean, where will we go on such short notice?” questioned Daisy. “Leave that to me,” said Tom, impatiently. A look of determination crossed across his face, he had already lost Myrtle and he wouldn’t lose Daisy. ”We will leave first thing tomorrow morning, no one will get to know where we are. I will get the paperwork done by tonight “ All Daisy did was nod her head, with a small smile plastered on her face. The tears had stopped leaking just as soon as it had started, making it difficult to judge whether she had anything left inside of her for Gatsby or if her love was fake. They weren’t happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale – and yet they weren’t unhappy either. Aware of the loud thumping of my own heart, I pulled away from the window. I wanted to tell Gatsby what Daisy and Tom were planning. However, upon looking at Gatsby’s whose back was facing towards me and staring at the moonlight. I chose not to and walked away from the house, leaving Gatsby there watching the