Zareeh found a paper scribbled on with ink. Legible but frantic looking. Crumpled with water marks. Gatsby had wrote a final letter and Zareeh, who decided to take the mansion stumbled across it. 

Hey there old sport,

 

I need to inform you I waited so long for daisy. I need to tell you it never came to be. See, if you know anything about me than you know my lineage. You know about my organized roots. Zoeyh and Gollum. You know leadership naturally courses through my veins. Anywhere I go I run things. Anywhere I go I take control old sport. 

There is a gift that I have that i tried to share with many of you, love. See I spoke with many of you and heard your stories. Your brothers death, your wife cheating on you, tumors and divorce. The loss of children and physical conditions that cause so much pain. I prayed for you all nightly. I tried to be a loving shoulder for you. I knew you were hurt. Some of you I have tough love too others I gave no thoughts but asked for help as my mind was baffled with thoughts I couldn't release. 

I ask you one last thing old sport. Care for one another. I know this is the mafia but do it with respect. Many of these people are going through hardships mug greater than I will ever experience. Many of these people cry themselves to sleep. Don't play political games. Don't gossip about each other. All it leads to is pain for you and the other. 

For those of you I have offended I wish to apologize. I did what I always seemed best. If you disagree... you disagree. I don't know if anyone in my line will join the mafia but if they do know they'll run the streets, they'll transform crews. They won't settle for mediocrity and shallow friendships.

To you Chicago. Im sorry I failed you. Especially my crew. You too will die one day, live a life that is great. Be bold be inspiring. Don't hold back. I never believed I deserved auth truthfully but your loving support always drove me onward. Chicago, simply.beautiful. I'm honored to have partook in the beginning stage and the middle stage of the best city this life has ever seen. 

To my closest. I'll miss you. There will be no way for you to contact me any longer. I am sorry. I love you all. Don't forget me! Cause I can't stop thinking about you. Thank you all for your future visits in my funeral. It will shake my soul more than you know and if I do come back reincarnated I'll come back as a rapper or SINGER. Something unique and individual. Something no one else has done. For now my spirit needs time. I'll see you tomorrow old sport. 

He set the paper down and stared at it. Gatsby actually was the final piece. He put the record on. "Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?" The song gatsby listened too daily when he logged on to his mafia life. Would these friends still visit his grave if he could do nothing for him? Would they still love him even though he wasn't shining? Time would only tell old sport.

Looking out among the gravestones Toby pauses for a moment and reflects on a dear friend's passing.

"I always did fancy you the musical type my dear friend. I hope the afterlife treats you as well as you deserve. I know our paths will cross once again. It was a pleasure as always."

After hearing the terrible news, the Princess took a moment to catch her breath. One of her dearest friends had passed. She had always known Gatsby to be a sweet, honest man. In fact, he was one of the most humble, friendly people she had ever met in this world. He had always been such a positive presence in her life. She had known his ancestors for quite a while, from his great grandfather down to the beloved Gatsby himself. It was a joy to her to watch him make a name for himself in this world of crime and corrupt people. The old memories had brought tears to her eyes as she brushed them away from her cheeks. A single line had come into her mind:

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.”

She smiled, knowing that she would always remember the great Gatsby.