All Is Fair In Love And War

    Jay Gatsby’s heart was pounding through his chest. He was finally going to see her. Despite knowing her for a month and being separated for over a year, she had remained steadfast in his thoughts. When things had gotten tough during the war, she had been the light at the end of his tunnel. He could hear her beautiful, enchanting voice, growing stronger and stronger as the taxi raced towards the destination.

    However, as he looked up into the sky, and saw a cloud shaped oddly like the letter “C,” he was reminded of the rumors that had plagued his thoughts. He took a deep breath. He had heard whispers and murmurs that Daisy was being courted by another man. He had also heard that she had been quite receptive to these advances. As his fists curled in fury, he reminded himself that these were all fallacies. Daisy, who had a heart of gold, wouldn’t dare to cheat on him. She had told him, assured him, that her thoughts were occupied by his existence alone. Her letters had been as charming and loving as ever. People were just talking for the sake of it. They were just talking because they were bored.

    By the time the car had turned the bend into the all too familiar neighborhood, Gatsby was a nervous wreck. He was shivering from the anticipation and anxiety of the possibility that when he rang that doorbell, a husband would answer. He had never felt this worried in his life, even during the war and all of his battles. He let out an audible whimper, to which the driver glanced at him with a look of scorn. As her street name crept closer and closer, Gatsby made peace with the fact that even if she did marry another man, it was out of pure desperation and not love.

    But as the car turned the corner, he saw her, tears streaming down her face, as beautiful as ever.