"I suppose it was a mistake to give a damn about you, But i did. How careless of me."
Nick clenched the phone he held n his hand. Slumped over his desk he listened as she went on with utter disbelief. She had abondonded Gatsby, and left everything in ruin just as Daisy and Tom had. They were careless individuals, the whole lot of them.
Silently he stared at the phone, her soft voice drifting through the speaker.
His mind started to roam, remembering the times he'd first met her, the times they spent at the parties, he had thought he was in love with her. They were fools of love, caught up in the flame that summer had brought about, and abruptly blew out with a flicker.
Slowly he started to put the phone down, ignorong her calls for him. He hung up with a feeling of exhaustion.
Jordan stood by the pool, outside of a club in the Hamptons during the last of the Summers city heat.
With the phone gripped tightly in her hand she held it up against her ear, her voice sounding as if it were trying to reach for him itself.
They had so many memories together, made in such a short time. Though she would Never let him know of it, he became quite a priority for her. She gave up time on the green for him, precious time with Daisy for him. She remembered when they went on drives together- to no destination in particular, looking for the next excitement all the while getting lost in each others thoughts. It was saddening to her- she had no want to let it go.
Odd, She normally steered away from men like Mr. Carraway. Ones that could read her like an already open book, ones that could tell of her deceptions just from a glance, but their was just no avoiding him.
"Nick? Nick are you their?"
The clicking sound that came from the other end told her that was the end of that. A qualmnes came over her, but she quickly pushed it away.
Ahwell,that'squitealright.Hewasnothingbutasummerflinganyhow.Somethingfastandhot,nothingthatwouldcarryonpastthesummermonths.
With that she placed the phone back down & looked to one of the workers to bring her another glass of tea. It was high time for her to forget about Mr. Carraway.
She sat down on one of the lounge chairs and extended herself out on it, a ciggarette holder in her hand.
After hours of talking with many different men, laughing with old friends she had met during tournaments the unfortunate conversation of the day became something of a distant memory.
The sun starting to set and a new chill in the air she grabbed her things and went to her car. Opening it, she got in and set her things in the back.
She turned around to face the windshield when something laying in the passenger seat caught her eye. She glanced down to see a black fedora- Nicks favorite hat laying their beside her, in the same exact place he always was. A deep breath shook through her chest as if she were trying to exhale his entire being from her memory, The distant thought of their last conversation becoming much more vivid. She turned away, water glistening in her eyes bluring her vision. With a quick stroke of her hand she corrected it and turned away. She had to give it back to him. She had no want for it, and she couldn't just throw it away- she had to give it back.
A dread of seeing him one last time filled her though. Facing him was not as simple a task as it had been before, yet how was she to avoid it?
She shook her head, Refusing to look down at it again. With a quick turn of her key her car started with a roar & she sped off, Not caring if she met any careless drivers along the way through that monotonous drive back to East Egg. Driving through the old towns only brought older memories when she passed a cemetery... The one Gatsby was supposedly buried at.
An idea came to her mind... perhaps she didn't have to see Nick again at all.