What I was Feeling when Wilson Shot Me

I was laying in my pool, enjoying the warm sun on my face. I hadn't been in my pool all summer, as I had told Nick, and it felt really good. Suddenly, as I was relaxing, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw George Wilson, looking angrier than I have ever seen him or anyone. I caught a quick glimpse of his eyes before he shot me. They were bloodshot and red. He looked as if he had been drinking and crying for days. I heard a loud boom and felt the bullet hit my back.  My mind began to run wild. The only thing that I thought about in the final seconds of my life was Daisy. A summary of our lives together and our relationship hit me at once. I saw the green light from her dock. I saw Daisy and I in Louisville, I saw Daisy laying in the pile of my shirts. These memories allowed me to die a happy man. A few days later was my funeral. The only people who showed up were my father and Nick. Even Owl Eyes was there, but not Daisy. Ironic right? I had spent my whole life trying to impress Daisy. I had even committed crimes to become wealthy for her. The worse of them all is that I had even died for her. I took the blame for Daisy killing Myrtle, but she didn't even have the decency to show up to my funeral.