What I was feeling when I found out Myrtle was dead

     I could not believe my eyes when I saw Myrtle’s lifeless, bruised, bloody body. She was so charismatic and alluring before, and now she looked terrible. It actually hurt. I had not thought that losing her would hurt me so bad, but it had. My heart physically hurt, and I did not know what to do. I would have started crying had Nick and Jordan not been there. Myrtle was fun and amazing to be with. She was everything that Daisy was not. Daisy was great and beautiful, but Myrtle was more like me. She was feisty and curvy, and I loved every little thing about her. I really did like her, she did not deserve this. When George started yelling about the yellow car and how it was my car, I got so damn angry! I knew who had hit her, but I had to control my anger. Jordan and Nick both knew too now, and their faces went as pale as snow. I pulled George to the side and whispered something in his ears so Nick and Jordan would not hear. There was so much going on and I had no idea what to do. Gatsby was off with my wife, although I knew she was not going to do anything after he had lost his temper, and my Myrtle was dead. I honestly lost a piece of me I would not get back when I lost Myrtle. I knew Myrtle was never going to be anything more than an affair to me, but she thought otherwise. Daisy would always be my wife and the only girl that I would ever truly, truly love. She was just too perfect to give up. It hurts to know Myrtle thought that it was me that did not stop for her when she died. She only wanted to get away from George. It feels like my fault that she died, but it was just stupid Gatsby! God, he ruined everything! He had what was coming for him. I can only hope that Myrtle is happy wherever she is now. She is finally free of George and that is the best thing I could ever wish for her.