In the great, vast, bitter end, it is with crystal clear vision that I now see that it is vital that Gatsby should die. Every great tragedy needs a scapegoat, a hero who dies to trigger the cataclysmic final plot. Throughout my life, I now see that in the events that have happened, the choices I have made have had a profound impact on my life and Gatsby's life. In a magnanimous effort to protect this glass world that I painstakingly created years later, I felt compelled to write an ending that would trick readers into believing that the events unfolded exactly as they recounted. . However, this is not my true end.---- ---------------------------------- -'"I'm going to drain the pool today, Mr. Gatsby. The leaves will start falling soon, so there will always be problems with the pipes." "Don't do it today," Gatsby replied. turned to me apologetically. “You know, old sport, I never used this pool all summer” I looked at my watch and got up “Twelve minutes before my train.” I didn't want to go to town I wasn't worth a decent job, but it was more than that: I didn't want to leave Gatsby. I missed that train, and then another, and another... We. never used the pool that day Together, Gatsby and I sat on its large marble steps, sometimes chatting about nothing and sometimes falling into a comfortable silence penetrated only by the sound of the waves lapping against it. its quay and the rustling of the leaves above us which brushed our red cheeks. During that calm, quiet hour of the two of us, I remember looking at Jay, who had his head tilted back toward the approaching autumn sun with the flecks glistening on the golden strands in his hair, in a moment of amazed realization. that I It was unfortunate...... middle of paper......alone. This whole idea is the foundation of the arts, a catharsis for those who do not possess exuberant wealth and stature. however, I feel it necessary to point out that I myself have fallen prey to the arts and its band of societal outcasts, even though I am not trying to run away from anything. I simply find an outlet for the creative process within myself. Aside from that, there are only three things I know for sure in my life: one, that Jay Gatsby is worth more than all the Daisy Buchanans and all the Tom Buchanans and all the Jordan Bakers in the world, two, than every no one is the only one who can change, that people cannot change others, they can only change themselves, and finally, that I am unfortunately in love with a man capable of immeasurable hope, with a smile that stops time.