Hey guys, I just finished re reading The Great Gatsby and immediately got inspired to write this little fan fic, it's just going to be the one chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

There it was, just across the bay. Its light shone every three and a half seconds, just bright enough to eliminate a small section of the water. The light glistened over top the dark body of water, creating an affect that it looked as if the light danced across it, for a few seconds then it falls into the abyss never to be seen again.

There was always a new light that follows the last one; it never really dies because the new light that passes over is the shine being reborn again. That thought gave me hope, that nothing really ends, there will always be another one to follow in its footsteps. I could watch the light for hours, staring it down until my eyes grew foggy. It wasn't just any green light from any old dock across the abyss; the enchanted light belonged to her.

Reaching my arm as far as it could comfterably go, I stretched out my fingers towards the green light. There was no possible way for me to grab her and bring her closer, that much I knew. It gave me comfort anyways no matter how unrealistic it was, I was still trying. Sometimes I would talk to that green light; usually it was on the subject of her and how I miss her dearly. Even though we were only in each other's company briefly, she left behind this powerful mark that would only get worse over time. Oh the amount of time that I have gone out of my way everyday just to hear her name or see her picture. There was nothing that could disrupt the grand vision I created for us, the vision that keeps me going every single day.

For four years every morning I would read the Chicago paper, hoping her name was mentioned. My parties, I didn't really want all those people creating chaos in their wake, making a giant mess and drinking all my expensive liquor. I did it for her, in case one day she would stumble through those doors like the rest of New York did. I always stood over looking on the balcony upstairs, too afraid to move in case I would miss her. I dressed in my most appealing suit, so if she was there in the crows I could flatter her at first glance, just like I had done so many years ago.

This mansion of mine would not have been built, if it were not her who lived across the bay. Every night where I stand where I am standing this very moment. I rethink every possibility, relive every conversation and wish that one day my vision will come true. That is what the green light represents, everything about her. Even though it is not my lighthouse, I consider it to be one of my most prized possessions. There it goes again, leaping across the water to its demise. Hope is a dangerous thing; it can ruin a man or give him a reason to live. For me, it has done both.

The hours have passed quickly from when I first stepped outside this night. I could retreat back into my grand mansion, and the light would still be glowing. But I remain here transfixed upon its beauty, for that gives me hope that tomorrow something extraordinaringly beautiful will happen and I cannot miss it.

The End

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! :) (Please don't forget to leave a comment, otherwise I have no idea how well I did or what you think)