A/N: Okay first off, I wrote this for English class. I don't generally spend my time writing fanfiction about classic books you read for English. Second, this is a 15 Line Portrait and idk if any of you know what that is but basically, it's 15 lines and there's a different requirement for each line and you have to make it fit somehow. Third, this is vague enough that you could read it as an original piece if you've never read The Great Gatsby before

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You stand there, across from her, and wonder what is going on inside her mind.

Her face is pale - nearly white - but it carries a smile that seems genuine enough.

Her hair shines like a golden coin in the soft sunlight.

Her name tastes like a spring breeze.

She speaks, and her voice is a snowflake you know better than to touch for fear of it melting the instant it grazes your warm skin.

You forget to comprehend what she says.

The wind doesn't ruffle her dress like it ruffles her hair, which seems a bit odd to you.

You wish you could stay like this forever.

Her eyes hold the light of a thousand fireflies, and you grin.

She reaches her hands out towards yours and when they collide, there is an explosion of cordiality crackling, calming concerned hearts.

For a moment, for just a moment, you are the only two people in the entire world.

The air is purple and smells of asters.

She pulls you into a hug that feels like coming home and whispers the words you so desperately want to hear.

Your dream feels fulfilled.

But then you remember... she slipped out of your grasp a bit too soon and you awake, the pink memory of your dream already fading away.