Author's note - So this is my first and probably only Great Gatsby fic. I originally wrote it as homework and I decided to publish it earlier today. Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Jay Gatsby sat on his bed, watching the seconds tick by. She was late. He looked at the table beside him. On it sat his present for her. It was plain yet beautiful, much like her. Through the window he could see the green light that sent him to sleep every night; his dreams filled with memories of her. One stood out for him. They were young. They were happy. They were in love.
He walked away from the carriage. Her image burned his retinas. She had looked gorgeous in the cream dress she had been wearing. Her eyes sparkled like stars in an empty sky. He always found himself falling into those chocolate eyes, wondering what was behind them. Her hair had been pinned up yet had had had to tuck a loose strand behind her ear. It was a simple action yet filled with care and safety. In that moment he had realised he loved her more than anything. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. His heart was beating out of his chest, his pulse so fast he felt like he was going to explode. He had to tell her. He half skipped across the field, his gait as happy as his heart. At that moment he didn't care what might happen, he loved her. He found himself imagining the life they could have together. How many children? Boys? Girls? Pets? Would he teach his son sports? Would they approve of his daughter's choice of husband? Would they become grandparents? It wouldn't matter how much money they had, they only thing they needed was love.
Then there was the day he left.
That was the last time he would see her. The car pulled away and she was gone forever, not that she knew that. It was the right thing to do and was for her own good yet it broke his once beating heart to watch her go. All the happiness flooded out of him as he saw the car pull out of the drive. A solitary tear rolled down his cheek, opening the gates for more. He turned to the house and walked into the empty hall. They had danced there just five minutes ago yet it felt like centuries. She was gone and he had to face that in order to move on. He knew that. What if he didn't want to move on? A little piece of him died as she walked out of his door and into the car waiting for her. Yes, it had been a good last meeting but that didn't stop the heart ache that hit him. He yearned for her. The smell of her neck - vanilla. The way her hair would never stay in place no matter how many pins she put in.
He pulled himself from his thoughts. He didn't want to cry in front of her. They were older now, wiser. It could work. She loved him and hopefully her husband Tom would understand that. Why would you marry someone who didn't love you? There was a knock at the door.
"Jay?"