The Great Gatsby (COMPLETED)

Prologue part 1

PROLOGUE
THIRD PERSON POV

Grayson watched as Y/N's face dropped slightly, hurt evident on her features. "What?" She breathed out as he stood across from her in her parents living area. "I'm leaving," He repeated the words that she knew he had said but was hoping she had misheard. "What? Why? Where to?" She breathed out. "I'm going to join the war," Grayson sighed. "Well, that's fine. We can write letters, and you can call me when you can, and-" Y/N stepped towards Grayson with her hands stretched towards him as she kept rambling her solutions, but Grayson took a step back, his heart breaking as he watched the woman he loves face fall. "I'm not going to make you wait. It would be even more heartbreaking if I died. I'm not going to put you through that, Y/N," He told her. Y/N's lips began trembling as she felt her heart break in two. "What are you trying to say?" She asked the boy who she had grown so fond of, wanting nothing more than to be with him for the rest of her life, but apparently he didn't want the same. "This has to end," He muttered as he watched Y/N's hands fly up to cover her mouth to suppress the sobs that were threatening to escape. "Please don't cry," Grayson took long strides towards her before cupping her face in his hands, trying not to let his voice waver but failing. "I'll always love you, Y/N Y/L/N," He whispered, a few tears of his own sliding down his cheeks as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Grayson closed his eyes before turning on his heels to walk out the door. "Grayson, if you leave, I'll marry him! I swear it! I'll marry him!" Y/N yelled at Grayson knowing it would hurt him as she referred to the rich boy whose heart she had captured. He was knee deep in old money and Grayson knew that was the life Y/N deserved to live, the life she was raised in. And that's exactly what he wanted, even though it broke him at the simple thought. Grayson bit his lip lightly, allowing a few more tears to slip down his cheeks before he finally walked out of Y/N's front door, shutting it behind him without looking back.

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