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__Great Gatsby Empathy Writing__

Dear Diary: It has been an awful night for me, I have to tell you all about it. Well, I adore Daisy, she is the love of my life and I don’t want to be with anyone but her, she completes me. But apparently she doesn’t feel the same way…not anymore. This evening I went to Daisy’s house, there was Nick, Jordan, Daisy and Tom. I had a bad feeling about Tom, well his wife was cheating on him with me, so I felt pretty odd around him. I love Daisy, and I thought she loved me in that moment, she even told me “you look so cool, you always look so cool” in front of Tom! But I was wrong. Later on that evening, we all went downtown, the heat of the sun was intense and we all wanted to be in a cool place, so we rented a hotel room. I was planning to tell Tom that Daisy didn’t love him, and loved me, actually I was planning to tell him with Daisy next to me, agreeing with everything I said, so I told Tom that Daisy didn’t want him and would ask for divorce, but Daisy couldn’t make up her mind, she couldn’t agree. We left with Daisy in my yellow Rolls Royce, she insisted on driving herself, I couldn’t deny that to her. I take full responsibility of that mistake I made, I should have never let Daisy drive. On our way home Myrtle Wilson crossed the street, and Daisy just ran over her. Mrs. Wilson died automatically, and I loved Daisy so much that I said I drove home; I never blamed Daisy even though she went home with Tom and will now live “happily ever after” with him. It’s a cold night, and I waited hours outside Daisy’s house waiting to see if she would come out and talk with me, or if she could at least show me she was safe at home. Daisy walked to her balcony and closed her windows…she was fine, so I headed back to my house. Right now, I am sitting in my balcony; there is so much to think about. Maybe Daisy never loved me; perhaps she cheated on Tom with me for a while just because of my money. When I met Daisy a long time ago, even before Tom met Daisy, she was truly in love with me, I certainly was too, and my feelings for her haven’t changed a bit, in fact, they’ve become stronger. At that period of time, I was a poor soldier, and when I had to leave to go to war, I left a note to Daisy telling her I would come back from war and marry her, but she just didn’t wait long enough. When I came back, Daisy was married to a rich man known as Tom Buchanan. My heart was terribly broken, and when I came back from war, I didn’t see her for 5 years. If I ever saw her again at that period, I wanted it to be an “arranged coincidence”. Someone I knew would introduce us, and my plan was successful. It was a matter of destiny when Daisy’s cousin, Nick Carraway moved right next to my house. I had moved to West Egg just to be right across the bay from Daisy’s house.

I thought that if Daisy saw me now, how I was so rich and had a mansion, she would be impressed and fall for me again, but I never thought she would just play with me and love my money, not me. Another thing I did for Daisy was to throw massive parties in my backyard, so that in one of those parties perhaps Daisy would be a party crasher. Even though I don’t have Daisy, I consider myself a lucky man, I mean; I got really lucky when I met this man, Dan Cody. He showed me the way to become rich. It might not be the “cleanest” way you could say, but look at me now; I’m living the dream old sport! Well, I’m feeling kind of better now. I’ll let things wash away and maybe Daisy will come tomorrow morning to talk to me. She must be really concerned about what happened a few hours ago, the death of Myrtle. I am pretty concerned too, but if someone blames Daisy, I’ll take full responsibility myself, so that Daisy doesn’t pay the consequences. Oh why am I loves fool?  Words: 748