I walked slowly, with my head down, until I saw the grave with „James Gatz" written on it. I stopped and sighed deeply, tears falling down my face.

'I'm sorry…' I said quietly 'I'm so sorry, Jay.'

I knelt down and picked up the few leaves that have fallen on the grave from the nearby tree. Then I sat down on the yellowing grass, with my head in my hands, crying the hardest I've ever had.

'Jay…' I whispered, still with this faint hope that he might actually hear me 'I've never stopped loving you, never. You were right, even when I married Tom, I… I was still in love with you. I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to tell you that and I know, that… If I had, this wouldn't have happened… Jay… You did it all for me… And I just…I…'

Suddenly I heard soft steps behind me. I turned around abruptly and saw Nick above me.

'Daisy…?' he said with disbelief 'You? Here?'

'Nick…' I sobbed.

'How're you doing, Daisy?'

I looked at him in response. He reached his hand in my direction and helped me stand. Then he put his arm around me.

'Let's go somewhere else…' he suddenly said, slowly leading me to the parking lot.

We sat in his car.

'Nick, when I…Went away with Tom… It was a matter of days, when I understood… How wrong I've been all along the way. I shouldn't have…' I sobbed into his shoulder.

'But you weren't there.' He stated, his voice cold and almost emotionless 'You weren't there when he need you most.'

I sobbed harder.

'I know, I just… I think I needed time… Oh, Nicky, I just don't know…'

'Not even a flower? Daisy, please. Don't make a fool of yourself.'

I could sense anger rising in his voice, something I wouldn't be able to bear. He was all I had left.

'Nick, it's not like that…'

'Do you know how many people actually came for… For his funeral?'

I shook my head no.

'Three people and the servants, Daisy. And you, you of all people, weren't one of them.'

'Who was there then?' I asked in a whisper.

'Me. The Owl-Eyed man. And Henry Gatz.'

'Who?'

'Jay's father.'

'But he said… They were all dead.'

'Apparently they aren't. Well, shouldn't you be going back to Tom?' he asked, a bit provocatively.

'I left him, Nick.'

'Wh… What…?'

'I left him, as soon as I understood how wrong I've been.'

'But you… You loved him, didn't you?'

'I did, but… I loved Jay more. Much, much more.'