Great Gatsby Ending Novels & Stories

And then he walked out, pushing past Grayson without even looking at him, and I heard the door to the restaurant slam shut with a finality that made my chest ache. The room fell quiet again, and I looked around at what was left—my mother standing rigid with tears streaming silently down her face, Grayson hovering near the door looking like he'd aged ten years in the last ten minutes, and Brenda collapsed in her chair sobbing so hard her whole body shook. This was supposed to have been a celebration. A happy moment. A beginning. Instead, it was an ending. Everything was ending, falling apart, shattering into pieces I didn't know how to put back together.

“They are perfect. This is perfect, my love.” THE END

Just purpose. **The End.**

“I wish you all the best, my dear sister.” The End

But Thomas was dead. I made sure of that. Didn’t I? I exhaled sharply, locking my phone and gripping the wheel harder. The past was supposed to stay buried. But maybe… it never really was. (The End)

When I finished, he nodded slowly. “Is there any way to change your mind?” he asked quietly. “No.” I looked down, before looking back up at him, voice firm. “Goodbye, Mr. Gabriel.” I turned and walked toward the car. Alec opened the door for me, and I slid in without looking back. As the door shut, the sound of it felt like an ending. Alec started the engine and pulled onto the road. I closed my eyes, a headache beginning to creep in behind them. I was so tired.

Did you believe the so-called huge family was still appealing to me after my mother endured so much humiliation due of your father? She turned around and left in a sour mood once she finished speaking. Nicky Enderson leaned out and took her wrist. A black Maybach pulled up in front of the burger joint not far away. Wills Waltson stepped out of the car, his gaze roaming across the warm face before settling on Nicky Enderson.

“It’s a deal, Matt. Anything as long as I’m with you.” The End

"So," Evans said, shifting his good leg and turning his body toward me. "What does my brilliant tutor have planned for me today? We are conquering Gatsby's fatal flaw?" "Gatsby can wait," I said, setting my coffee down on the bench between us. I reached over and took his hand, tracing the faint bruises across his knuckles, remnants of the fight on the ice weeks ago. "I think you've had enough tragedy for one semester." "I don't know," Evans murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "I think the tragic hero gets the girl in the end, doesn't he?"

Was it safe to call this a happy ending? ~THE END~