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," Both Jordan and Tom stayed silent looking down at the table. "When I heard the news, I was mortified, this shouldn't have happened." 

"Daisy chose to leave, chose to be with Gatsby, I don't blame her."

"Well, I was thinking, how bout we go for one last party"

Jordan and Tom reach the Gatsby mansion. Abandoned, hollow, full of memories. They travel from the living room to the library to all the bedrooms quietly and reminisce about the past for one last time. Before closing another chapter in their miserable lives.