The Great Gatsby Creative Writing

Winter The ground is barren, littered with patches of snow. The trees are naked, the leaves seemed to have disappeared. I haven’t talk to George in months, our relationship seems to have vanished, just like any evidence of life outside. The interior of our house is always cold, no one bothers to turn on the heater. Our looks are cold as well. The occasional glance followed by an almost immediate look down. Our silence hangs over our heads like the grey sky hangs over everything as far as the eye can see. There is so much to talk about, but neither of us has the strength to say it. We used to be so happy, so in love. Last summer we’d take trips down to the beach and watch the sunset as we played country music, just embracing each other,

All the “late nights at work”, “big meetings on saturdays” were all just lies to cover up George’s absence of fidelity. I discovered his disloyalty one fall afternoon as the sun was setting on the horizon. George was at work, yet again, like he had been a lot lately. I walked into our bedroom to start tidying up; I bent over and looked below the bed. Laying there out in the open was a black shirt. A plain black tank top, wrinkled as if it hadn't been washed in days. At first I wondered how it got there, trying to remember the last time I had worn it, but soon I realized it was in fact not mine. I tried to brush it off, but something about that shirt stayed in my mind like a papercut. Just like one is always on your skin, the shirt was always in my mind. A small cut at first with a limited amount of pain but when put under warm water, it’s gnawing worsens. That “water” for me was the relizations. I began putting two and two together. It wasn’t just the shirt, it was the distance, how far I felt away from him. It was as if the spark that once carried us through our days had been put out. My papercut had come in contact with a hot shower, my whole body was now stinging, the pain almost unbearable and it would not stop. George had moved on, I wasn’t the only one in his life, he didn’t love me anymore. I couldn’t handle it so I chose to ignore

We continued ignoring each other, continued pretending the other wasn't there. I didn't want to let him and everything that came with out relationship go. Our wedding still seemed like it had been yesterday in my mind. My dress, the flowers, the way the he smelled. All of our drives, dates, dinners, movie nights. He is filled with memories and I felt if I were to let him go, the memories would disappear with him. He made me so happy I thought my happiness would go with him, this was the only thing holding me back. Until eventually, I realized all this pain wasn't worth