What I was feeling when I found out about Gatsby’s death…

I was shocked to find that Gatsby had been murdered in his own pool. It was saddening that he would be gone forever. I had a heavy feeling in my gut that told me that I would never again see him standing outside, looking at the green light across the water. I couldn’t imagine how, just a short time ago, I had just talked to a man that is now deceased. It angered me that he was the one to take the punishment for Daisy’s hysterics. It is frustrating that the wealthy can just hide behind their money, like a shield, and never take responsibility for their actions. They are uncaring people, unlike Gatsby. I felt like Gatsby was the only “real” and genuine man of the east. He was better than all of the others combined, and I immediately missed his hopeful spirit.