The aftermath of the holocaust

    Everyone knows about the famous the Great Gatsby, and everyone that has read it knows that both Tom and Daisy’s lovers die at the end, including Gatsby. However, what people don’t know is that Gatsby is not dead. That story continues like this:

There was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the water as the fresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other. With little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly down the pool. A small gust of wind that scarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental course with its accidental burden. The touch of a cluster of leaves revolved it slowly, tracing, like the leg of transit, a thin red circle in the water. It was after we started with Gatsby toward the house that the gardener saw Wilson’s body a little way off in the grass, and the holocaust was complete (pg. 162).

After the police arrived in their fancy black uniforms in their reputable shiny black cars and started talking to the chauffeur, looking at Mr. Wilson’s lifeless body, Nick took a walk to get himself to stay in reality—he knew he had to stay to defend his poor friend. As he walked down the steps, he got closer and closer to where his dear friend’s body was floating. As he took a turn to the pool, he noticed hints of poppy red diluted with water on the pool deck. Nick, in panic, searched around the bushes, the pool area, just to find not a single sight of him. He hurriedly ran to the police and explained the situation. In the end, no one knew where Gatsby had went. 

5 years later, in the heat of the summer, Gatsby walked his dog down the dirt roads of North Dakota, where his late parent’s farm was. Gatsby had taken the farm as his own after his parent’s death. As he walked down the road, he noticed a mush of white and yellow flowers on the side of the road, brutally trampled. What had once been a bush of daisies, now unrecognizable. He thought of Daisy. It was a rare sighting of him thinking about Daisy now. After his incident 5 years ago—that almost cost his life—he thought, what is more important than my life? When he was laying there in his half-dead-half-wake mind in the pool of his own wealth, he realized he couldn’t do it anymore—all of Daisy, all of the apprehension, all of his own self hatred. So he ran, he ran and he ran till he got on a train and went home, to where he could, for the first time, go back to the past and restart. He rebuilt his life, and today was the day Nick Carraway, his lover, would visit him at his farm.