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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