He just...forgot that things that seem too good to be true, tend to be just that. 'Seemingly.'
…Things are not what they seem. How he had felt at ease in this new lifestyle of his, and how he had felt like he'd never return to reality...He hadn't thought much on that old life style of his He..couldn't consider it a 'life' style, just...more of a way to survive. He had grown so attached to this world he lives in now. In fact, he had no intention of leaving.
But the initial reason for him being there had eased out of his own head, and his reason for staying is currently bleeding out on his arms. Eugene couldn't even remember past a slight mix of anxiety and irritation. It was the first time he had acted so irrationally, and now...now the proof that he had called out one of his demons on the one person he truly cared about was so obvious, it was staring him in the face from the long puncture wound on her torso.
"It will be okay. All will be well…" She managed to breathe past lungs that were no longer functioning. And Eugene was panicking. This was a game...this was something he should be able to control. He should be able to just think her well, and it would be done. But no matter how many times he closed his eyes and willed it all away, when he looked down, the image was still the same. There was no altering this reality anymore.
"No...no, no, no, no...I'll..I'll fix this.. I-" He stopped when a hand brushed up against his cheek. She wiped away the tears he didn't even know were there, but as soon as her fingers moved away, more replaced them. He shifted slowly to be sure that he could keep her upright, while his now freed hand took hers.
"Fret not, Sims, for I shall always be with you. I..." Her grasp faded in his hand, as she grew limp in his arms. Eugene choked back a sob that was building in his throat. He couldn't even find it in him to move his glasses aside and wipe his eyes. He felt so alone...so cold…
And as soon as her body faded out of existence, he willed himself to disconnect from the game. He couldn't be there anymore, not when it felt so empty and void of its former glory.