Thoughts had been whizzing through my head. Finally I had a moment to sit down and think for a bit. It is hard to believe how much can happen in a short amount of time. First Pammy, then Jordan, all of a sudden my past was coming back to haunt me too. But I suppose it is not so bad for me, like it had been Gatsby. I remember in just a matter of days how his entire world collapsed on top of him. He was the casualty of his own creation. But then my mind jumps to the people who are left to fend for themselves--those who are casualties of another's actions. And those are the ones for whom we should really feel sorrow.
Pammy had been sitting next to the phone for days. She had not spoken to her parents in over two weeks, and she could not bear leaving the house for fear of missing their call. I did not want to upset the girl, but I had a feeling that the call would never come.
It is horrible, what wealth does to you. It makes you blind to some of the most important things in the world, like family and love. Daisy and Tom were no exception to this--to think, they had already forgotten their own daughter! But it is not money, rather the wealthy lifestyle, which has such effects. Even after the Buchanans lost everything, their views on life did not change an inch. Wealth had corrupted their minds and removed all traces of laudable emotions that are the hallmarks of being human.
Seeing Pammy fall prey to her parents' misguided ways tore me apart inside. I quietly stepped to her side and stroked her angelic blond hair. "Dinner is ready, dear. Auntie Carraway made your favorite--beef stew."
Pammy looked up at me. Her cheeks were stained with tears, but the slightest hint of a smile was now present on her face. I believe that this smile was the result of a revelation that love really did exist and that even the tiniest act of kindness goes a long way in the heart of someone in need. I was glad to see that there would be at least one happy ending to this story.
As for Jordan and I, only time will tell what lies ahead. I do not think my feelings for her ever faded; they were just tucked away in one of the deep corners of my heart. Her smile reminds me of the good old days, when we would sit outside to watch the sun going down and the fireflies dancing in the moonlight. Unlike fiction, reality does not always work out as perfectly as one may envision it. My life has not been anywhere near perfect, but like a decent work of fiction it has taught me an important lesson. You may take nothing for granted; life is what you make of it, but somehow you cannot escape what is really in store for you.
