The Great Gatsby Monologue

“Daisy, I know you won’t listen to me but please hear me out. Tom doesn’t truly love you like I do. We could have lives of love, of happiness, of us.” Those last words he said to me, I knew that he only wanted me to do one thing so that he could relish his last moment with me. I could almost hear what he was truly thinking as if he was shouting at me, shouting like that brute Tom. Daisy, I love you so much. But you must stop the car. I’ll drive you home and we can talk over it again, we can try again to break from this poisonous group of people. He never said that to me. But glancing over to my side, I could see him with his brows furrowed, his face glistening in the summer heat, but with such a pallid expression, trying to think about every scenario that would lead to me going back to him just like the past. As if every scenario he had thought of failed, with each passing moment, he slumped lower and lower into his yellow seat, as if he could become the seat in his yellow suit. “Daisy stop the car. You must stop the car. You shouldn’t be driving this …show more content…
I knew that even after that, Gatsby would give in all of his effort to sponge up what had happened. I knew Gatsby would try to take the blame without even asking me. I also knew that whatever I asked for, Gatsby would produce. This was proved through the last few weeks. The first step that I took into Gatsby’s house was alike to stepping out of reality into an extravagant dream. The parties that he held so often, flashy props, catchy music, throbs of big cheese flowing through his doors, it was as if I was looking upon the city across the Valley of Ashes, but right in front of me. It all just seemed so false. At first I had enjoyed and reveled in the spotlight shone upon me by Gatsby, but the novelty of living in such a realm began to fade. I started to question whether or not Gatsby truly loved me or if he was simply infatuated with