What I Was Feeling After Gatsby's Yellow Car Hit Myrtle...

I was absolutely shell-shocked. Myrtle was hit by a car, and not just any car. She was hit by Jay Gatsby's yellow car. He murdered her and Daisy witnessed it all. I certainly hope that Daisy isn't scarred. No matter how mad I am at her right now, she never deserved to see a woman get hit by a car, more importantly, a car she was in. I really wish she had never gotten into that car with him. I really had pity on her for having to go through such a rough experience. Gatsby really needed to learn to be more careful. If he really loved her like he claimed to, he would have been paying more attention to the road. I was furious with him. I felt as though he couldn't do one thing without screwing it up. I also felt as though it was partially my fault for Myrtle's death. No one knew what was going on between us but somehow George found out. She was running from him because he knew about us. I was partially responsible for what happened to her and I felt so guilty. I had also just lost someone who was important to me. So many emotions were coursing through me. I was overcome with despair and shock. Maybe that is why I spent most of my car ride home sobbing. I know everyone experiences a major loss at least once in their life but I never hoped to experience it. Now that I have, I want to cling onto everything I love, especially Daisy.

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