Jay Gatsby's rise to wealth and fame is mysterious, yet even more mysterious is the man himself. Every night a party occurs in his glorious mansion and every night he manages to disappear among the crowd, further obscuring his identity. On one night, long after the roaring party had ended, Jay Gatsby found himself at the end of the dock on his property, looking out over Long Island Sound.
The dock creaked slowly as the waves splashed against its massive wooden spires. That night the wind blew freely across the Sound, whistling and howling a sad song that only few could sing along to.
Standing just above the black water was a dark and mysterious figure who seemed to melt into reality. The silhouette reached longingly into the darkness, like a sailor being drawn to their death by the sweet song of a siren.
Jay Gatsby's outstretched hand found the bar of the guardrail at the very end of the pier. Gatsby sighed, and stared into the dark mist. It was at this time that he was swathed in a green glow, a flicker of light produced from the ever-burning lantern at the end of Daisy Buchanan's dock.
With another sigh, slower this time, Jay Gatsby surrendered the presence of the green light to the Sound, and let the chorus of waves carry him home in a hurried trot along the dock.
As the wind dragged his unwilling hair in an upward arc, Jay looked back once more, and saw the faint glow of the lantern so far across the bay, and he let himself go. Jay Gatsby, or whatever parts of him Daisy had left behind, died that night and only Daisy herself could resuscitate him.