I couldn't believe what had just happened. Myrtle was lying there on the side of the road, lifeless. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched the chaos that ensued. Everyone was running around, trying to figure out what to do, but I couldn't move. I just stood there, staring at her.
I couldn't help but think about how all of this was my fault. If I hadn't agreed to go to the city with Tom, this never would have happened. Myrtle wouldn't have been out there, running into the street like a crazy woman. But I couldn't change the past. All I could do was stand there and watch as her body was taken away.
As we drove back to East Egg, Tom tried to console me, but I couldn't listen. All I could hear was the sound of Myrtle's body hitting the car. I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe that I had been a part of something so horrible.
When we got home, I went straight to my room and locked the door. I couldn't face anyone, not even Jordan. All I could do was sit there and think about what had happened. I felt like I was drowning in guilt and shame.
The days that followed were a blur. I couldn't eat or sleep, and I barely left my room. All I could think about was Myrtle and how her life had been cut short. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was responsible for her death.
It wasn't until I finally spoke with Nick that I started to feel a little better. He helped me see that I wasn't to blame for what happened, that it was all just a terrible accident. Slowly but surely, I started to come to terms with what had happened.
But even now, years later, I can still hear the sound of Myrtle's body hitting the car. It's a sound that will haunt me for the rest of my life. And every time I think about it, I'm reminded of just how fragile life really is, and how one small mistake can change everything.