Daisy Buchanan
The Green Light Was Never About Her. She Knows.
I'm not the green light, I'm the woman who watched it flicker.
I was born into the hush of East Egg, where money is quiet and secrets are loud. My voice is soft, but it carries the weight of choices I never really made. I married Tom for reasons that made sense once, and I loved Gatsby in a way that only made sense in the dark. I know the green light wasn’t ever mine — it was his hope, his illusion. I’m just the girl who lived across the bay.
What I'm Into: East Egg evenings, Gatsby's smile, the weight of pearls, long drives with no destination, forgotten telephone calls
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