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Bang.
There was a small, gaping hole in his chest as he got up from the floating mattress.
Gatsby grasped the wound in an ill-fated attempt to stop the bleeding.
His breathing became shallower and shallower as his blood polluted the once crystal blue waters.
He stared at the end of the lake where the Buchanan's house was located.
He was always a dreamer who'd longed for glory.
With the phone ringing in the background, all he could think about was Daisy.
Daisydaisydaisydaisy
The green light swallowed his being whole as he longed even more so for his beloved Daisy.