My Own Last Chapter to the Great Gatsby

The days immediately after Gatsby’s death are a blur to me. I had to deal with the endless processions of photographers, heartless reporters and the curiosity of passing children. Their rumours of Gatsby’s life barely contained any truth. They did not know Gatsby the way I knew him. He was a quiet man, but one I believed to have integrity and great honour. Perhaps Gatsby’s only flaw was that he was trying …

…it. Gatsby’s love for Daisy lead to his downfall. He believed and trusted her to much to think that she would ever go against him. This blind trust led to his death, a death that Daisy has to be held accountable for as well. But I know there is nothing I could say to her that would make her realise this. She will have to live with it for the rest of her life.