Her confidence has always astounded him. Gatsby's life has been built on determination, charm, and an abhorrently large sum of money, but confidence is something you need to live in this world and she wears it like Daisy wore those smiles, infused with warmth and the kind of beauty that took your breath away. Absently, his hand trails down from where it sits suspended at his heart and over the swimsuit, realizing, now, that he had never changed out of it. "Perhaps I'd like to see if I can be the first man to die twice in such quick succession," he remarks casually, as though he hasn't given a thought to living when clearly that isn't true at all.
"Out there," he says, pointing to that distance, "is hardly East Egg across the bay." There is no mansion gleaming in the green light, beckoning his dreams onwards just that inch more.
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Date: 2013-11-01 01:22 am (UTC)"Out there," he says, pointing to that distance, "is hardly East Egg across the bay." There is no mansion gleaming in the green light, beckoning his dreams onwards just that inch more.