She fooled me. But person knows. You can non gull God. The eyes, those patronizing eyes! They saw… they heard… everything. He saw and he knows. God knows why he tried to take her. Why he stole her from my bosom. I do non hold much in life compared to other work forces, so why me? It ‘s as if Is have been robbed, non of my ownerships, non of the meaningless affair found make fulling the houses on east-egg, but of my intent, my one and merely ground to maintain traveling, my love, my married woman.

I want my custodies around the cervix of the sap that did n’t halt, this adult male, Gatsby. Was myrtle deceived by his money? The Canis familiaris concatenation ; why did she hold a Canis familiaris concatenation in her draw? Is this life she has been populating behind my dorsum? I am non rich and I did non acquire the chances other work forces have. I come from a hapless household. She kept on stating ‘you ca n’t populate everlastingly ‘ , was this directed at me, was she seeking to state me I was blowing her life? Was it Gatsby who besides broke her nose? He must endure, he will endure. And I will non endure any longer ; I will non let Myrtle to decease in vain. She will non be forgotten.

The first twenty-four hours I met her she was so beautiful. It was love at first sight. I worked so difficult to do her happy, to set nutrient on the tabular array, it was a battle, but so once more, love itself is a battle, my manner of stating I love you. Unlike the people in west-egg who can purchase a adult females ‘s love. I worked for mine. I hate this feeling of blankness. She can ne’er be erased from my memory. I want to see her one more clip, state her I forgive her. Snog her soft cheek one more clip. I ne’er had the opportunity to state I love you once more. I want her to cognize that I do love her.

But I guess this is my destiny ; I do n’t hold much to populate for no more. Why did n’t he merely steal her from me, that manner I could hold accepted that, fixed it, shown and proven to her that I love her. But dead… She is gone, Never excessively been seen in this life clip. She is n’t coming back. I do non believe I could adore person every bit much as I did for her. I will destruct this so called adult male ‘s dream like he had trampled on mine. Like a flower land into the dust like this waste ash pile that Myrtle hated to the nucleus. He will wish he had ne’er been born. And so I will stop all of this. Finally, I will destruct the hurting I am experiencing by killing him and the ill dream he is populating. My tears autumn into the ungrateful ashes while I walk up the long stretch of main road. This will non travel on for long. Not long at all. I merely need to turn out myself to cognize and he knows I am right. He sees all. I know what I know. But for me, it truly does n’t count that much. I ‘ve merely got something to make, and I do n’t care ’bout anything else. Nothing else at all.

Tom is such a disgusting immature adult male. Disgusting in the manner most adult females would happen attractive. He does n’t love, he uses ; merely like Gatsby. Jay Gatsby. Jay Gatsby drove that auto. Jay Gatsby drove that auto that killed my married woman. He did n’t even turn back. Jay Gatsby is a liquidator. A ill being, infested with revolting ethical motives. Jay Gatsby, the adult male who drove the auto that crushed my cherished married woman. You will acquire what you deserve Jay Gatsby, I ‘ll do certain of it.

I will kill him that is the lone manner I can halt this hurting. I will walk through his front door, and kill the useless adult male with my manus over the gun. I will watch as my finger pulls on the trigger. He does non merit to populate any longer. The gun is in the draw. This cold tremble fluxing through me as I reach for the gun. I was n’t certain if was the hate or the depression that is doing me make this. However I know I am making the right thing. I was to see myrtle one last clip. I love her excessively much to ne’er see her once more. She is the one the lone. God is directing me to make this title. He will give me a better life beyond this one.