The Final End
Years have passed since the tragedy took place in West Egg. Gatsby's death didn't do any of them well. The glimmering green light across Jay Gatsby's mansion ceased to maintain any hope any longer, rather mourning the symbol of what love once was some time ago. Miles away a letter is delivered to Tom Buchanan's residence. The pure white envelope is from none other than Jordon Baker. Tom, situated in his large empty home, dissected the letter carefully. Scanning the letter, his eyes with nostalgia. Tom walked into the rather expensive New York City bar. He seemed out of place but not for the usual reason. Dark circles traced his under eyes, his hair was unmade, and he looked just rather awful. Jordan Baker, looking just as beautiful as she once was, was already present waiting for Tom to show up. "It's been a long time," Jordan offered a hint of a smile. "It has." Tom sat down "I'd like to offer my deepest condolences, I'm so sorry...