Did I ever love him? Did he ever love me? What just happened? I probably should not have been behind the wheel of Gatsby's car. I had just told my husband that I never loved him. That was the only thing I was thinking about. I honestly don't even think I noticed Myrtle when she ran into the road. I don't think I cared either. I didn't even know her. Why should I feel bad about killing her? My husband was cheating on me with her. She deserved to die. I was angry at Tom. I was angry at Gatsby. Why did he make me tell Tom I never loved him? I did. I really did. It may have only been for a short time, but I did love him. While I was driving, I was not thinking straight. It's Gatsby's fault. He's the one who let me drive. I was shaking, obviously I was angry. I just wanted to get away. From everyone. After I found out that I hit and killed Myrtle, I felt kind of bad. I just took her life away from her. If she wasn't dead, maybe she would have taken Tom out of my life and I would be able to be happy with Gatsby. I guess I'll never know.
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