“Stop,” I choked. “Stop, stop, I’m not in love with you, you can’t treat me like this.” She looked at me stunned. “Of course you are,” she said, and the thread between us snapped, stinging me hard as I stared at her. The rain flowing down my face suddenly felt warmer, almost like blood. Of course I am, I thought, but I wasn’t Jay Gatsby. Love wasn’t enough for me, and Daisy had proved it would never be enough for her.
