Shaken from the image, Gatsby finally made sense of what was going on. His
thoughts towards what he saw as a pure love relationship between himself and
Daisy became shattered. Tom and Daisy were planning to flee again and Gatsby now
saw that Daisy wanted to leave.
Gatsby couldn’t react to
what he had just seen and realized. Still,
looking dazed and confused, Gatsby made his way through the yard and started
trailing off onto streets he had never set his foot on. He walked along the
roads staring only at his feet to guide him through the night, while his body was
being poured on by the enduring rain.
The rain had come to a halt,
and Gatsby slowed down, eventually stopping in the middle of the road. Clear droplets, which resembled rain drops, fell
down onto Gatsby’s shoes. He lifted his head and looked straight into the empty
street. His eyes red with heavy bags underneath spoke with threat.
Gatsby started to walk again
and started to pick up his pace. At a three-way intersection, he saw lights
which seemed to be headlights of a car around the corner. Disheveled and
tattered, Gatsby sped towards the headlights of the car. The driver, not able
to stop the car quickly enough, hit Gatsby who seemed to be unconscious and
bleeding horrendously on the ground.
The door of the driver seat
opened, and a woman came outside, trembling from the shock. She bent down
towards Gatsby to turn his body around. When she saw the face of the dead man,
she screamed and broke into tears of craze. The passenger seat door opened and
a man came out. He stared at the dead body of Gatsby for a moment in terror, grabbed
the woman from the ground, and walked her into the passenger seat. He closed
the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He got in the car, closed the
door, and drove around the dead body. The car was a black Chrysler Phaeton.
