That morning, Gatsby picked me up in his luxurious yellow sports car. We drove to New York at extremely high speed, the engine noise deafening. Along the way, he told me about his past. However, his story was simply too exaggerated, essentially appearance without substance. He said he had fought in Europe and had also inherited a large fortune. Inside that shiny sports car, it seemed many unspeakable secrets were hidden.
I couldn't help asking him, "How exactly did your wealth come about?"
He froze for a moment, his eyes somewhat evasive, deliberately avoiding my gaze. This moral doubt could not be ignored, just like that hollow yellow sports car.
"I... I inherited money from my family," he answered ambiguously. "Later, I also earned some in a few different businesses."
Before I could press further, he immediately pointed out the window and shouted, "Look ahead!"
He quickly changed the subject, but the suspicion in my heart grew deeper and deeper. Was his wealth truly legal? What secrets lay behind this money?
As we were nearing New York, he finally revealed a secret hidden for many years. "Nick," he said looking at me, "Five years ago, Daisy and I were once deeply in love." Hearing these words, I finally understood everything. The reason Gatsby bought that enormous mansion was because he wanted to be a little closer to Daisy. Every night he gazed at that faint green light on the opposite shore, his heart full of unrealistic fantasies. Even though five years had passed, his love for her remained unchanged. The reason he proceeded without hesitation to throw so many luxurious parties was also for Daisy. He hoped she might accidentally appear one day. He begged me to invite Daisy to my home for tea. Seeing that desperate longing in his eyes, I couldn't help but agree.
On the afternoon of the tea, the sky unleashed a heavy downpour. That conspicuous yellow sports car parked next to my small wooden cabin. Gatsby arrived very early, looking exceptionally nervous. His hands were trembling, and he was on pins and needles. "Nobody is coming!" he paced back and forth anxiously, his face pale.
Since he already possessed so much wealth, why was he still so anxious? This heavy anxiety was completely different from his usual confidence. Seeing him in this state, I couldn't help but comfort him, saying Daisy would definitely be on her way. Even though it was pouring rain outside, his inner heart was even more chaotic than the weather. As time ticked by minute by minute, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense.
Finally, a car parked at the door. Daisy stepped out of the car, rain soaking her coat. She walked into my narrow little cabin, and the air in the room instantly froze. At this time, Gatsby had unknowingly walked outside, and the heavy rain had also completely soaked him. He slowly walked into the room, and the two finally welcomed this long-awaited reunion.
This reunion was filled with suffocating awkwardness. They looked at each other, the air so heavy it made it almost impossible to breathe. Having not seen each other for a long five years, only a silent sense of distance remained between the lovers. Daisy looked at the man in front of her, shock and tears flashing in her eyes. Gatsby's eyes were similarly red, fighting back his emotions, staring at her intently.
Was this truly the ending he had exchanged for those enormous, ill-gotten riches? The sound of the rain outside was loud, but indoors, they just silently gazed at one another.