Watch
Despite my feelings, spending time with Jay and Daisy gave me great pleasure. I watched them and it gave me the opportunity to see Gatsby in love. The way he looked at her and touched her. Being close to them allowed me to see that part of Gatsby and I never resented a moment I got to spend seeing him like that. Watching him watch her never failed to mesmerise me, even now when I close my eyes I can see his profile, his face tilted up, his blue eyes watching her reverently as she ascended the stairs, eyes only for her, as I'd had eyes only for him. I can hear his alluring voice, asking me in his fabricated accent, 'she makes it look so splendid...' I'd loved the enraptured way he'd looked at her, the passion I'd seen in him. Even though she hadn't deserved it, she'd brought out the best in him...and the worst. As he brought out the best and worst in me. I'd have done anything for Jay, because I loved him, but I was betraying a friend to do it...