Daisy's Metamorphosisy: A Narrative Fiction

I can't help grinning, even though my face screams in pain. " Awww. Is that what's got you down? I've seen the way you look at her. You want her bad,

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

“I thought you would never get here. I don’t know what to do with my hair, and my mother needs help with the wedding, and they will be here any moment! Please hurry and come with me!” She sobbed and ran toward the doors of the palace.

Even after doing all this for her, she hadn’t shown up; his attempt at repeating the past was slipping away. In his past, he and Daisy were madly in love with one another. But once they were split due to the war, he was a soldier and even when in the army he could only think about his love. While he was gone, she got tired of waiting and married someone from old money named Tom. And just like that, his American dream of being with his dream girl left his

“The Great Gatsby” follows Nick’s perspective on Jay Gatsby’s desperate attempt to get to be with his only love, and only desire in life, Daisy Buchanan. Life has not been kind to Gatsby as he worked his way up the social ladder, the only thing keeping him together being the obsessive need to get Daisy to leave all else to be with him. Gatsby wrote many letters to Daisy, most of which he never sent, both before and after he found out she married another man. I was most eager to read these letters, so this will be what I think may have been written in one of Gatsby’s many un-sent letters to Daisy – after he found out that she had married another man. To the best of my ability I will mimic the language Gatsby used when talking to and about Daisy. With this I hope to achieve that desperate and delusional tone of voice that he has.

I bury my face in my hands, unable to hide the red flush on my face. Ava hugs me, a smile on her face as well.

"Your mother has quite the eye," Delia says walking toward her. "Now can I get my hug?"

‘You have to understand, this letter took me so long.’ She writes with a certain wistfulness, praying to God Macy doesn’t loose her sprightly presence.

The pad of my thumb slides over my cheek, wiping away tears. I step closer, putting my hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “I don’t understand,” I admit. “Why are you so upset, Juliet? Why are you overreacting? I went to a bar, drank a little, and kissed a girl.”

During dinner at the Buchanan’s home, Nick brings up Gatsby, and Daisy’s eyes light up and she requires “‘Gatsby?’ demanded Daisy. ‘What Gatsby?’“(Fitzgerald 11). After dinner, Daisy begins to question if her romance with Gatsby is still a possibility; she sees Gatsby as a possible escape from Tom. Gatsby gives her hope for a better future and she remembers what it means to be happy

“nods too young to understand that she can’t see it. Tears fall down her cheeks.”

and we find ourselves in each other's arms. A smile fades on my teary face, "You can count on my

Adda releases herself from the hug, grinning and wiping away tears, explains where she's been.

“Your a whole new runner,” Elle tells me as I walk back towards her. I smiled back at her.

“Maybe Daisy will come by and I can see the women who I love,” he says as he pulls swiftly away and steps to the banister trying not to show me the emotion behind his light eyes.