Ceaseless
He'd spent his entire time caught between two people, two star-crossed lovers that should have been together, but never would be. He should have known it from the beginning. But, Gatsby's wonder and childlike hope had drawn even him in for the ride, despite where it had landed him.
He'd been stuck- stuck between Gatsby's dreams and Daisy's unassurance. And there in the middle, Jordan was there, too. Jordan was really in it for the fun. That much should have been apparent at Gatsby's first party he visited. But, he was welcoming; Jordan was a lovely girl and he had no reason to shun her.
Somewhere between Daisy and Gatsby, Nick had found he was playing the coordinator of their little game. It had been fun, for the both of them. Gatsby's reactions, his responses... It was as if he was newly born, repeating the same actions for which he had fallen in love with Daisy the first time. Daisy, well, she was a strange woman. She never held Jay's intentions close to her heart, Nick thought; like Jordan, Daisy searched for excitement. And when the cards had been laid, she slipped away, back into her careless and safe lifestyle, a place where she would never be hurt.
Jay didn't have such a place. All his life had been dedicated solely to the purpose of obtaining his jewel, his lovely little flower. At the point of time where everything had come into the open, his meaning for life had changed. He was no longer Jay Gatsby: the charismatic one. He was simply James Gatz: the unnoticed man. When Jay lost hope to achieve his dream, he lost a little part of himself that had become essential to living.
And he'd simply died; just like that. He wasn't entirely unhappy; he couldn't have been. His ceaseless battle had finally reached a conclusion- granted, it wasn't one he had probably expected. But, at that moment, before the gunshot rang tirelessly out across the silent sky, Jay Gatsby, James Gatz, had once found a moment of peace. Free of tiredness, free of desperation, free of Daisy. And he'd died that way, if not happy, but free.
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."