I was on my bed again. But the book 'The Great Gatsby" was still in my hand as before. There was another book on my lap.The title? "Don Quijote de la Mancha" by Cervantes. A crumpled up sheet lay in my left. I uncrumpled it and there were the poems that I had written.
It couldn't be! Then I look to my right. He's there in the flesh and bone. HE pinched my cheek and called me "darling". Who? The man who gives name to this novelette. Gatsby. Jay Gatsby.
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Gatsby and I
FanfictionWhy in the Heavens would I do a fanfiction of the work of F. Scott Fitzgerald, now my favourite book ever? Why in the Heavens would put myself in the place of a fictional world with a fictional character? Why in the Heavens do I even make this? Why...
