The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

Daisy’s heart clenched when she saw the photo on the dresser. Ward. She was with Grant Ward. The guy in the picture almost looked like a different person. The smile was completely genuine. He looked relaxed. He looked…real. The grumbling form on the bed behind her was also real.
“Hey,” he said, “you’re up early.”
She didn’t turn around. She couldn’t face him. “Yeah, I wanted a bath.”
“I guess we do generally have to get up early to relax,” he said, the rustling of the covers indicating that he was getting up. “You always look so beautiful in the morning.”
She couldn’t help it. She froze when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the part of her clavicle the robe left exposed. She saw his face twist in the mirror.
“Skye, is everything

“Your love saved me, Skye.”
She sighed. “You know my name is Daisy, right?” she asked calmly.
“You’ll always be Skye to me.”
They pulled into a cemetery at the edge of town. Daisy jumped out and said, “Which way?”
“Up there,” he motioned.
Daisy ran until she found the flat headstone. Jemma had been dead for almost four years, just a couple of months after the team had gotten together. She took a breath and felt for the vibrations. Blessedly, she felt her power and felt a heartbeat. She stood over the grave and drove vibrations downward, throwing up a lot of dirt.
She saw Ward reach for his gun as she reached down into the hole she had made. The lid of the coffin swung open and Jemma gasped for air as she reached upward.
“How did you know?” she gasped.
“Jemma?”
Daisy held on tightly to the other woman as soon as she laid eyes on the form of Grant Ward. Jemma, despite her shortness of breath, was ready for a fight. Ward, on the other hand, backed away with his hands raised in surrender.
“It’s okay! It’s okay! He’s not the same man. He’s not the same!” Daisy assured her, as she pulled Jemma the rest of the way from the grave.
Jemma clung to Daisy. “How do you