Friday, May 6, 2016

What I Was Feeling When Myrtle Was Killed

The night Myrtle died, was the night that my life was forever changed. The five of us, Daisy, Tom, Nick, Jay, and I, had just been on our way back from a terribly dramatic trip to town. The dispute between Daisy and Tom, which had been building up for months, exploded right in front of us on the hottest day of the year. We all knew that Daisy and Tom’s marriage was all but over. Tom had a mistress and now Daisy was falling back into love with Gatsby. It ended with Nick and I stuck listening to Tom ramble endlessly about his hatred for empowered women and Jay Gatsby.
            Daisy and Jay drove off together ahead of us, and I never saw either of them again that night. As we came closer to the station we had stopped at earlier for gas, traffic slowed, nearing a commotion. There were dozens of cars parked haphazardly along the road, as a crowd of people surrounded something. Once we were close enough to see, Tom cut the engine suddenly and ran from the car to the scene of the accident. I was surprised at Tom’s reaction, so I asked Nick how long Tom and Myrtle had been friends. This is when I learned the truth about Tom’s affair.

            My relationship with Nick and my friendship with Daisy was over. We all knew that our lives together could never be the same when we all knew the truth. I realized that the only thing binding our relationships, were lies. None of us could be truly happy without ignorance.

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