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The Great Gatsby Alternate Ending

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The night after the incident, we left town. I had Daisy pack up her bags. She took her sweet time, as most women will. I waited impatiently for her downstairs, tapping my foot on the marble floors, dragging on a cigarette. The tapping echoed throughout the large, empty halls. Gatsby’s halls had been full of noise and color, music reverberating along the walls. No more of that. Gatsby was no problem anymore. I moved the cigarette from one side to the other. It tasted bittersweet, and left a trace of ash in my mouth. “Daisy!” I yelled, “We have to get moving. The taxi is out front!.” A lyrical noise floated down from upstairs as Daisy descended the stairs. “I’m here,” she said. Footmen followed in her steps, carrying bags close to bursting with elegant clothes. Her hair was slightly messy, and her tone betrayed her anxiety. I tapped my foot faster, and stepped aside as the footmen rushed out the door to fill the taxi with our luggage. Our child had already left with the nanny earlier that day. I had ordered her to be taken out of the house as soon as Daisy and I had reconciled. I didn’t want Gatsby placing his filthy hands on the child, or on my wife for that matter. …show more content…

Her face was set in stone. She still hadn’t completely forgiven me. No matter, I hadn’t forgiven her either, but life kept moving. She brushed past me and out into the world. I was afraid to take my eyes off of her. Gatsby might’ve come running out of the evergreen trees to sweep her away. I frowned at the thought, and stepped outside, spitting my cigarette on the ground and crushing it underfoot. The footmen had finished packing the bags in the car. They now stood attention next to the taxi, dutifully opening the yellow door for Daisy so she could slip into the seat. I frowned deeper. I had specifically requested a taxi that was not yellow. I made a mental note to call the company later and

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