What I was feeling when I found out Gatsby hit Myrtle

I was distraught. This woman, who appeared to have loved me, was now dead, and the monster that killed her had not even stopped his car. I was in shock, both at the callousness of the attack and at the fact that my mistress, someone that meant enough to me that I cheated on Daisy, was now dead. It jolted me out of my self-pitying stupor and made me realize that I needed to start reforming my relationship with Daisy. Myrtle’s life was taken in a flash, before I could say goodbye. I didn’t want that to happen between me and Daisy.