What I was feeling when Gatsby died
When I heard the news about Gatsby, at the first time, I could not believe it! I was comforting myself by telling me that it must be just a rumor or a prank. At that moment, I froze. I do not know what to do or what to say. There is some force in me that burst me out of the office and run back home. The only thing I feel like I need to do is run away and run back to Gatsby's house. I was desperately anxious. I didn't think much about Gatsby's death, probably because I don't believe in truth. I was still trying to calm down. I just started to know Gatsby, how could he die? I still can't believe it! He is such a great person. I wonder does Daisy know or not. If she knew, she is going to be desperate. Poor Daisy! Did they get back together? Gatsby might call her already. I must go back and be with him now. He should not just be alone. I was wondering if I am the first person to know, or everybody already knows. Who killed Gatsby? I just can't believe someone would hurt him. Oh, my! Somebody killed him! This is so sad and frustrated. If I was there with him, he would not be dead, I would have the chance to save him, or keep him from the killer. Why would I leave him? This is all my fault. Poor Gatsby, he builds all his life for Daisy, and he does not have the opportunity to be with her. His glorious worlds now collapse!
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