Faith leaned on the railing of the ship as she watched the city lights light up the night. The war was over, finally over at last. Music roared as every danced with drinks in hand.

" Isn't it amazing?" Daisy asked her with a smile." It's finally over! All over!"

She laughed, her cheeks tinted pink. Everyone cheered at her words. She raised her glass to them, stumbling backwards.

" Careful Daisy." Faith rushed as she caught her. Daisy just smiled up at her. Even when she was drunk she was still beautiful.
" Come on Faith, A little party never killed nobody."
" This is true, but I can't let you party too hard and fall off the ship."
Daisy waved her hand towards her carelessly, brushing her worries off.

" Oh! Looks like you have an admirer!"
Faith when to turn to look but Daisy quickly grabbed her arms and kept her square.

" You can not just turn around!"
" Why not?"
" Because that's too obvious! He's talking to Nick, lets go. Follow my lead."
Faith was tugged across the ship's dance floor by her hand. How Daisy felt like this wasn't obvious, she didn't know. But she wasn't going to question it.

" Well look who it is, we were just talking about you two." Nick smiled." Faith, this is Jay Gatsby."
" Pleased to meet you." Faith smiled with a small curtsy.

" As am I." He returned with a bow. His body was tall and lean, his golden hair slicked back and his jaw defined. Faith couldn't help but notice his fingers tapping against the slacks of his military uniform as he smiled towards her. Suddenly she felt like she was the only person in the world. His lips curled in such a way that there was a feeling of compassion and warmth.

" Please do excuse me, I think i'll powder my nose." Faith watched her eyes glitter in interest as she spotted Tom across the ship. Nick and Faith watched her stumble down to the restroom.

" I'll keep an eye on her."
"Please do." Faith sighed, relaxed that he was wiling to take her off her hands for a while. Gatsby stood there silently, as if he was deciding what to say.

" So you know Nick?" He asked.

" Yes, we met through school. I assume you know him from the war?"
" Yes. Not very well but we could be considered aquantances."

Faith went to respond when someone shoved against her. Loosing her balance, she began to fall. A strong arm wrapped around her delicate waist and held her in the air. Faith's eyes opened and found Gatsby's. Her hand clung to his suit as he held her. Suddenly her face flushed red.
"I apologize." She whispered. Gatsby brought her to her feet and scratched the back of his head nervously. A look of embarrassment swept across his face.
"N-no need to apologize. Please excuse me, I'll rejoin with you later."
Faith turned and watched him disappear into the crowd. The crowd blurred and the music muted in her mind with him being the only thing in focus and in her sight.

" She is going to be so sick tomorrow." Faith spoke as she and Nick helped Daisy walk across the plank to shore. Daisy had been so stressed during the war that it was as if she were in heaven when she heard the word it was done. Through out the night she continued to drink and drink and drink to the point where drinking had done no impacts.

" No I'm not." She whined," I'll be fine."

" Daisy don't lean on me so much, You'll make me fall."

Daisy ignored her warning as she stumbled in her direction. Faith stepped back in hope to get a good stance to hold her up, but she stepped too far. Nick reached for her, pulling Daisy back at the same time, but Faith's gloved fingers slipped right through them. People screamed at the sound of her splashing into the water. It was such a long fall and no one was sober enough to save. Nick went to jump but Daisy latched onto his ankle.
" Niiiiick." She cried.
" Daisy let go!" He demanded. The crowd gasped and went silent. He turned and saw Gatsby jump from the ship and down into the water without a second guess. Nick, as well as the rest of the crowd, sat there in pure suspense as neither one of them were found above water.

Faith struggled as her dress got caught on a rock. She fought and fought, desperate to get air. Her strength quickly dissipated with each second that passed. Hearing a splash she snapped her head up, seeing a figure dive towards her. She felt a sense of hope flood through her as she blackened out. Her struggling ceased and her body limp as Gatsby pulled her close. He grasped at her dress and yanked as hard as he could but it didn't budge. Planting his foot on the rock, he pushed off towards the surface. Through the water the sound of the fabric tearing screeched in in his ears. That didn't matter, that could be dealt with later. With a gasp he surfaced, hearing people cheer. Nick pushed through the crowd with Daisy on his back. He watched Gatsby swim his way towards the bank and drag Faith up and out of the water.

He placed his ear against her chest and heard the steady beat of her heart. Tilting her head back, he brought his lips to her's and breathed until she turned onto her side coughing. Her eyes opened for a quick moment and her chest heaved, desperate for air. Her hand grazed against his and held it tightly. She gave him a soft smile before fluttering her eyes shut again.

" Gatsby! Gatsby is she ok!" Nick called.

" She's fine!" He hollered back. Even from where he was at he could see the sudden relief in his eyes. Gatsby picked Faith up into his arms and began to carry her back up the bank as Nick raced to meet them.
" My god, I owe you Gatsby." He sighed. Gatsby shook his head. " Nonsense old sport. Don't worry about it. You go ahead and take Daisy to your room and let her rest. I'll keep her at my estate for the night."
" Thank you again Gatsby." Nick spoke with a voice of gratitude and trust."Please do take care of her." He turned and waved his hand to catch a taxi. Laying Daisy down on the back seat, Nick made his way into the passenger seat. With one last wave of thanks he disappeared into the busy streets.

Gatsby waved down a taxi himself and climbed into the back seat. Telling the driver his address, he situated Faith in his lap and held her close to the warmth of his beating heart which continued to skip a beat. In his arms rested the woman who had willed him to mend his broken heart from his "summer fling" with Daisy. When he returned from over seas she had been engaged. He never thought he would be the same until he met her.

He remembered the day when he spotted her through the crowd as she welcomed Nick back home. She was so happy to see him that tears slipped from her eyes left and right. It seemed like no matter how many times she wiped them away she wasn't fast enough. The pain in his heart that Gatsby felt right at that moment in time almost brought him to his knees.

Faith continued to wipe her cheeks with a light laugh. Their eyes met for a moment and she smiled at him until she saw the hidden pain in his eyes. She turned and spoke to Nick, excusing herself, then began to walk over to him.

" Welcome back home." She smiled.
" Thank you old sport."

" Do you not have anyone to greet you?" She continued as she sat next to him. Gatsby stayed silent, worried that he would shatter if her were to say anything.

" If it's about a girl, then may I say something?" She asked, continuing when he didn't respond. " I don't know what happened but don't let her get you down. You're alive and this entire country loves you. Just because she doesn't love you doesn't mean there isn't a girl out there who won't. Keep your head up high my soldier."

Those words stuck with him over the years. They were once again deported for one last time not too long after, only to return with victory. As Gatsby looked down at her and wandered if she remembered him, the taxi pulled up into his driveway.

The door of his house closed softly and he quickly made his way to his chambers. Gatsby laid her body down as gently as he could onto his bed and pulled the covers over her. He began to turn to leave, but it was as if Faith could sense it.
" Gatsby?"

He turned around and looked down at her.

" Where am I?"

Gatsby gave her that wonderful smile of his.

" You're at my estate. Nick will come by tomorrow and get you tomorrow. So get some rest old sport."

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. By the way her movements were slow he knew she couldn't think straight. He went to leave but she stopped him once more.

" Wait – Gatsby?"
" Yes?"

" Your clothes . . . they're soaked."
He looked down at his suit that stuck to his skin.

" I'll be alright old sport. But I suppose I should find something for you."
Gatsby looked through his wardrobe nervously. What should he give her? What would fit her was more like the question.

" Mr. Gatsby, any old shirt will do." She moaned as she watched him scramble through her blurred vision.

" Yes! A shirt – and old shirt- of course. How silly of me." He spoke with a light laugh as he handed it to her. Without saying another word he turned on his heels and walked into the restroom. It was only when he was alone did his racing moment relax. He took a moment to collect himself as he dressed into dry clothes. He didn't want to admit it, he was scarred to. But when he stepped back into his room and spotted Faith changed and fast asleep in his bed he knew. If he wasn't careful she'd steal his young heart just like Daisy had done.