The sun peeked its way through the curtains with the light laying down on the small body that slept peacefully. The bed was soft and seemed to drown her in an endless sea of sheets. Faith's eyes fluttered opened softly and found herself looking at a chair in the corner. On top of it laid a blanket, messy and rustled as if someone had slept there the entire night. That's right . . . Gatsby. Faith pried the sheets away and her delicate shivered at the touch of the wooden floors. Using the beam of the bed to balance herself, she stood holding her head due to the slight throbbing. Slowly she began to step out of the room and stood in the hallway with the shirt brushing against the middle of her thigh.
" Gatsby?" She moaned, her voice raspy and soft. Gatsby turned nervously at the mentioning of his name. He spotted her facing him, rubbing her eyes to wake herself up. His heart suddenly raced at the image of her and he quickly looked away.

" You're awake." He smiled. " How are you feeling?"
" My head kinda hurts." She explained as she dragged herself down the hall. Quickly, he got up to help her to the kitchen seat.

" I'll get you some medicine." he spoke as he rushed the the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of pills. What in the world was wrong with him! Never before was he so nervous over a girl, not even Daisy. He paused at the thought of her . . . he shook his head in despite and returned to the kitchen, getting Faith a glass of water as well.

" Nick should be here soon." He added as he sat across from her. She nodded and looked around.

" You're house if very welcoming." She spoke in aw.
" I plan to succeed in something much bigger, more beautiful."
" It seems you plan for a bright future for yourself. That takes a special person."
He couldn't help but smile. " What about you old sport? What do you plan to do?"

" I'm leaving tonight, planning on going back home for school."

Gatsby was suddenly over bound by sadness of her departure but he refused to let her see that.
" Not coming back out East?" He teased.

" Well I know Nick plans on moving out here soon, I'll most likely join him until I'm on my feet." She continued as she met his eyes and smiled at him. There was a moment of silence that passed between the two before Gatsby spoke up.
" I suppose you want to clean up before Nick gets here." He continued as he showed her down the hall. Without saying a word he reached into the shower and turned the water on for her so it would be warm by the time she got ready to go inside. He withdrew and began to turn around but he froze in his tracks.

Her lips were soft and sweet with an addictive taste. All his nervousness was swept away at the security of her arms around his neck and the curves of her waist under his fingertips. When she pulled away he found himself wanting to lean in for more, but his sense of control tied him back. Gatsby's body began to heat up both from the steam from the shower that began to collect and Faith. It was as if he were disappearing into a world unknown.
" Thank you my soldier." She smiled to him. Her words were so soft he could barely hear them but he had a feeling she did that intentionally. In a wonderful daze he turned and closed the door before leaning back against it. He smirked to himself. So she remembered after all . . .

Gatsby stood there and watched Daisy and Faith talk at the airport as she continuously apologized over the night before.

" You didn't have to come Gatsby." Nick whispered to him as they watched the girls talk.

" I wanted to, old sport."
Nick paused and licked his lips before proceeding.

" Are you going to be alright?"
Gatsby looked over at Faith, her hair free and loose due to the lack of time to get ready, her coat hugging her body and brief case next to her feet. Daisy collapsed into a hug and Faith looking at them with a weary smile.

" Yes, I'll be alright." he spoke as he stuck his hands into his pockets. He wasn't sure on how long it would be until he would next see her or perhaps ever see her again, but knowing she remembered, that was what put his heart at ease.

So Faith returned back home with one last wave and Gatsby patiently waited for her return, filling his nights of the years with endless parties and daydreams. For the longest time he would sit and look at the stars, knowing that she would be looking at the same ones regardless of their distance. Although he cursed at himself for falling in love with her. But the simplicity of her heart and the true kindness in her smile was different from the niceness he had placed Daisy with. Perhaps it would be best to just forget about her. For years he would lay on his bed, go throughout his day pushing her to the back of his mind. But his mind and soul was filled with such undoubtful hope that she ended up being a floating memory that would soon be washed away . . . or at least he hoped she would.

Gatsby worked and worked and worked until he got the house he wanted. The vastness never truly got to him. His mind was always busy and parties always flooded his home. Nick had moved in next door, just as he had planned for a little while, although it had taken years for him to do so. But never once did a question about Faith crossed his lips. He finally settled down and lied to his heart. He could finally move on.
" Oh Gatsby! Today is a good day." Nick smiled as he walked through Gatsby's door.
" Why is this old sport?"
" Faith is coming to the East Coast! After all these years I get to see her again!"

Gatsby plastered a fake smile on his lips. Nick assumed he had not remembered her but oh how he was wrong.

" I'm happy for you. Perhaps we could invite her to a party one time." He spoke. Nick continued on in his haze of happiness talking about old times they had shared. Gatsby politely nodded meanwhile he was building a wall brick by brick. He had grown more composed, more strong over the years. He wasn't the young boy he use to be. He could only pray it was enough to keep his heart from falling in love again.