I've just seen the movie, and I've not read the book yet. I know the OC from another dimension is cliché as (insert your word here), but I really hope to explore the dynamic if there was a person who was giving unconditional and yet unrequited love- how would Gatsby react? Sorry if the characters are OOC, but I try my best to stick them to character.
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Prologue
"I can't. I have to go, really, Gatsby. I have a job to go to in the morning." Nick told Gatsby firmly.
When I looked Gatsby, his demeanor seemed to turn to that of resignation and he patted Nick, "That's alright, old sport."
I withdrew myself from the scene when I saw Nick's eyes met mine. We both knew Daisy was never going to call- seeing how she flatly refused to see either of us the night before. I smiled sadly at Nick before leaving them to their conversation. As I took one last tour around the mansion, I recalled the fond memories I have had working for Gatsby. The ones where we talked to the night after the excitement of the weekly parties cooled down, the ones where he took much joy in making fun of my lack of ability at housekeeping, and the ones where we discussed his past(be it fictional or not- he's just an enigma by himself).
When I first fell into this dimension – I was resolved to make it a happy ending. But little did I know that I would fall so irrevocably and madly in love with the enigma of a man.
Before I knew it, I found myself in the swimming pool with Gatsby.
I frowned to myself as I stared his figure moving within the pool, regretting the fact that I was never able to change things even with my prior knowledge of the timeline. I was never able to convince Daisy to allow me to drive, nor was I able to make anything right. I was unable to help Gatsby achieve his happy ending- the ending where both Daisy and him was able to ride off to sunset, get happily married and have beautiful children together. I felt my heart clench tightly as I realized that his version of a happy ending would never include me- it never has, and it most definitely never will. But now is definitely not the time to get distracted by my own feelings… I have to save Gatsby.
As I waddled in the swimming pool contemplating about how I am going to save him from his imminent death, I noticed that Gatsby had stopped swimming and was now looking at me with curiosity. He was making his way to me before the shrill of the telephone filled the air. His face lit up like no other, but I knew what was about to happen is nothing of worth celebrating or to be happy about.
That was it.
Everything that happened later happened in a quick buzz. It was a split moment decision- the last thing I could remember was clutching to Gatsby before hearing the sound of multiple gunshots in the air. I felt his sturdy arms holding me as I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the water.
"No, no…" His confused eyes soon turned frantic upon realization of what has transpired and his voice trembled with such emotion that I have never heard before. I smiled grimly with the realization that I have saved him- even at the expense of my life.
It wasn't long before all my coherent thoughts gave way to an abyss of darkness.