🌟Nick's Point of View🌟
It was a cloudy day in West Egg, no rain but the precipitation was high. I headed over to Gatsby's for breakfast.
Once I arrived to the glorious mansion I curled my soft hand into a fist and gave the hard wooden door a gentle knock. I heard the pitter patter of his feet down the stairs descending to the door.
"Good morning, Old Sport," his husky voice mutters. By the look of his matching pajamas it was easy to assume he'd just woken up. His eyes looked darkened and sunken in.
"How much sleep did you get last night?" I asked, my face full of concern. His eyes darted away at my question. He must've stayed all night at the Buchanan's watching over Daisy. I don't know why this thought makes my stomach twist and turn.
"Come in," Gatsby gestured into the entrance.
I made my way through the arching doorway and to the dining room.
"Gatsby-" I started.
"What is it Old Sport?" He queried.
"It's just that, you look as if you're at a loss for sleep."
"Ah, I guess you could say that." His statement was followed by an aching, slow silence.
"Maybe you should get some more sleep, it wouldn't hurt to gain a few extra hours," I suggested thoughtfully.
"Actually, that sounds like a pretty good idea. Will you stay?" Why do my cheeks suddenly feel hot?
"Alright," I tried to say calmly. I don't know what I'd do though. He started to stride back up the winding staircase to his bedroom. Should I follow him?
"You coming?" He raises an eyebrow. I guess that's a yes.
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I'm sitting in his bedroom watching his chest rise and fall slowly with each breath. He looks so handsome and peaceful like this. Also, so completely vulnerable. Everyone's so used to how he hides behind his facade of wealth. I think he's gotten quite used to it as well. But I know him better than that. How kind and considerate he can be with Daisy, it's obvious how much he cares for her. He's waited so long for her and for her to have moved on so quickly, I can only imagine his pain. I too hope to one day find someone who will care as much for me as Gatsby cares for Daisy.
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Someone's hand is on my shoulder, shaking me lightly.
"Nick. Nick, are you awake?" They whisper so delicately near my ear, their warm breath heightening my senses. I slowly open my eyes. I must've fallen asleep at Gatsby's. His deep ocean eyes stare into mine but I look away. He's dressed now, I hope I haven't kept him waiting.
"How long was I asleep?" I can hardly remember drifting off.
"Not much longer than me. The gardener told me that he was planning to drain the pool soon, but I've yet to swim so I figured I'd do it now. You're more than welcome to join me." I'd be delighted to but I really have other matters I need to attend to.
"Maybe next time, Jay." He seemed a bit surprised at me, I guess it was my first time using his first name.
"Alright. I'll catch you later then, Old Sport." He patted me on the shoulder, his warm hand lingering a second longer before stepping off.
I gathered my things, wallet, keys and such, and headed out. I made sure to lock the front door before closing it, waiting for the click prior to walking to my car. Just as I got to my car, however, a strange vehicle pulled up next to the mansion. It's one I'm unable to recognize and caused a great deal
of suspicion to arise within me. As the mysterious figure stepped out I noticed something clunky in his front pocket. A wrench or crowbar to break in? Maybe to rob Gatsby of some of his fortune? Or perhaps something dangerous? I needed to find Gatsby.
I made my way around the back of the towering house to the pool where Gatsby said he'd be. He was floating peacefully and staring up into the sky, a dreamy look on his face. I wonder what he's thinking about. Looking further across from Gatsby I see the figure in the bushes, a gun in his hand.
My heart rate jumped ten times it's normal speed. The man raised the gun and aimed it at Gatsby. Without thinking I bolted to him and jumped over the edge of the pool where Gatsby was floating.
"Nick!"
