Chapter Sixty-Four

The chilly autumn breeze whistled loudly through the trees outside the girl’s bedroom window. It was sharp and sudden, breaking the eerie silence of the night – Certainly loud enough to wake anyone but the heaviest of sleepers. And it probably would have woken Krystina too, if she had not already been lying there for hours, unable to sleep.


She kept her eyes closed, trying desperately to calm herself and clear her mind, but it was no use. Krystina sighed softly against her pillow, which was still damp from tears. Nothing could calm her, it seemed. She’d tried painting at her easel and playing her violin, but her mind was too unfocused to find inspiration, or allow her to get out any of her emotions.

I just need to talk to someone. She thought. But who? Her parents?

Krystina had a great relationship with her mom and dad, most of the time. She loved helping her father with his garden, especially when he experimented. It was always exciting to see some of the unusual new seeds hidden within some of the fruit and flowers, and it was always delicious when he used the fresh ingredients in his already-incredible cooking.


She loved spending time with her mother too, of course. One of Krystina’s favorite things to do was have long talks with her mother over a game of chess. It was especially enjoyable on the rare occasions when she actually won, usually using a technique taught to her by her grandfather.


But as close as she was with them, what could she even say to them? They were hurting just as much as she was…

Krystina sat up slowly. It was no use. She was never going to get any sleep, and just lying there in the dark was doing her no good. But what was she going to do?


When Krystina was hurting, or upset, she usually had no problem opening up to her parents about what was worrying her. They usually had some pretty good advice, too. It almost always made her feel better.


But not this time. Krystina held her face in her hands, allowing a few soft sobs to finally come out. It felt like there was nothing anyone could say to make her feel better now… And especially not her parents.


It was so painful to think of it. Krystina had never seen her father cry before, but that was all he’d been doing, all day.


The girl shook her head, rising to her feet. She knew exactly who she needed to talk to. Krystina headed for her dresser to find a sweatshirt – it was a chilly night, and it was a long bike ride to her grandparents’ house.


As soon as she entered high school, Krystina’s sleepovers with her grandparents became almost non-existent. She still visited them during the day, of course, but her childhood excitement and desire to spend the night with them were soon left far behind.

But what Krystina had not left behind was Evelyn. She just had to find more creative ways of visiting her friend – ways that usually involved sneaking out of her house in the wee hours of the morning, hopping on her bike, and riding nearly 45 minutes across town to her grandparents’ house.

It was exhausting, of course. But always worth it.


Along with Lily and Mitch, Evelyn was one of Krystina’s best friends in the world. She felt like she could tell her anything – there was just something special about her. Evelyn was so easy to talk to, and always seemed to know just the right thing to say or do. Krystina shared everything with her – the good and the bad.

On nights like tonight, it was nice to remember some of the good times. Krystina still recalled the night after the Homecoming dance last year. She’d snuck away to see Evelyn as soon as she was sure her parents were asleep. She would never forget all the excitement and giggles they’d shared as Krystina gushed all about her magical evening with Silas, and how he’d kissed her when he walked her to the door. It all felt so long ago– it had been more than a year now, and they’d been dating ever since.



Krystina paused her train of thought to focus on being as quiet as possible as she gingerly closed the bedroom door behind her. She hesitated for a moment, listening intently. But the house was still silent. She felt a small wave of relief wash over her as she continued.

As she crept carefully into the hall and tiptoed past the closed door of the guest bedroom, Krystina glanced up at a few of her paintings that hung on the walls above.


Though she still loved music deeply, Krystina developed a true passion and talent for painting and drawing as she got older. Despite her shift in focus from aural art to visual, Evelyn remained supportive and encouraging, just as she had been when she’d mentored her in the violin all those years ago.

Krystina thought of the time she’d snuck away late one evening to tell Evelyn all about the beautiful new painting she’d completed. Her teacher had chosen it out of hundreds of submissions to represent the school in the state art show.


She wished there was a way to show it to her friend, but the canvas was much too big to transport on her small bicycle. Still, Evelyn had been so genuinely delighted and proud, and listened with interest as Krystina described the piece in detail.


If only tonight could be like that… Krystina thought sadly as she crept down the stairs. She nearly held her breath as she passed by her parents’ door. But, as with the guest bedroom, there was no audible sign of movement on the other side.


No, Krystina’s disappointed thoughts continued as she tiptoed toward the front door, Tonight will be a bad one…

Her visits with Evelyn were not always so joyful. There had been many nights over the past few years, just like tonight, when Krystina was deeply troubled and was looking for a sympathetic ear to vent to, or a friendly shoulder to cry on. Thankfully, Evelyn was very good at both.

Most of Krystina’s more unpleasant visits seemed to involve her parents in some way. Sometimes, Evelyn even sided with them, much to Krystina’s surprise.

The worst was probably when she crashed her mom’s car into a mailbox, all because she’d taken her eyes off the road for a few seconds to reply to a text.

She’d never seen her parents so angry before. They went on and on, lecturing her about the crash that had killed her mother’s first husband, and even had her uncle Sean come by in full uniform to give her another endless speech about the dangers of distracted driving. It was so embarrassing. And to top it all off, Krystina lost her driving privileges for a week, her phone for two weeks, and had to give her parents all of her babysitting money for the next two months to pay for the damages.


But when she complained to Evelyn about her parents’ overreaction, the ghost’s eyes went wide and her entire body glowed crimson. “What were you thinking?!” She’d cried.


Other times, Evelyn was a little more sympathetic. Like the time Krystina’s parents freaked out at her for getting drunk at a party with her friend Lily. She was grounded for two weeks after that, even though nothing bad had actually happened.


When she told Evelyn about it, the ghost had burst into a fit of hysterics. “Your da—er, parents – lectured you about drinking?”


Krystina never understood her friend’s amusement, but appreciated that she saw just how ridiculous it was too.

She won’t be laughing tonight… Krystina’s heart sank as she stepped out into the chilly night air.


Evelyn had been there for her through the sad times too… It was still painful to remember just a few months ago, when her friend Lily moved away to Willow Creek. They still talked often, but it just wasn’t the same anymore…


It was the most upset Evelyn had ever seen her when Krystina showed up that night, nearly in tears. But as always, her friend knew exactly what to say to lift her spirits.


But what about tonight? What would Evelyn say now? Only one thing was certain — if anyone could make her feel better tonight, it would be her. Krystina pondered this the entire way to her grandparents’ house.

When she arrived, she found Evelyn where she always was – laying by her grave looking up at the stars.


“Hey, Ev.” Krystina muttered softly, her voice thick as she spoke.

Evelyn looked up in surprise, pulling herself quickly from the ground. “Krysti, what’s going on?”

Of course. She realized. I’m a mess. Her friend knew right away that something was wrong.

The girl walked past Evelyn, staring at the ground. “Do you remember… When I told you about my grandfather? And all the trouble he was having with his heart?” She asked softly.

Oh no.” Evelyn whispered as Krystina finally lifted her eyes to meet hers. “He…?”


Krystina nodded slowly. “He died this morning.” She managed to choke out. “It… It was a heart attack… He’s gone.”


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44 Responses to Chapter Sixty-Four

  1. CitizenErased14 says:

    That was so painful.

    It’s always hard when sims die (we all know that!) but honestly, Damien is the first character I’ve ever killed-off in a story (well, unless you count Evelyn!) ever since I started writing when I was a little kid. And it really hit me especially hard, because (quite unexpectedly) he became one of my favorite characters to write. I don’t know what it was, but I really “got” him, and any scene with him (however brief) always came easily. I connected with that character, and having to kill him was so hard for me! When Becca’s time comes, I do not think I will be nearly as upset (not that I don’t like her… But Damien was very special!).

    So here’s to Dr. Damien Michael Ainsworth, who was such a wonderful doctor, loving husband, and, perhaps most importantly for our story, caring father. *weeps softly*

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  2. theplumbob says:

    Oh, so that’s what you were talking about in the lounge the other day when you were saying you don’t necessarily have to make happen in game but will for authenticity’s sake even though it’s difficult! Damien will be missed for sure, he had this great warmth about him. I suppose Evelyn is a good person to try to cheer Krystina up…

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    • CitizenErased14 says:

      Exactly, who knows more about death than her? Hahaha. And yes, part of me was like “I’ll just stop showing him but secretly leave him alive” (I have aging off in my D2D save anyway!). But it wouldn’t feel “authentic” if I did that, so I had to do it 😥 I’ll miss writing his lovely heart-to-hearts with Lucas! Thanks for reading 🙂


      • Jes2G says:

        You’re good. I couldn’t do it. I have two Sims in my legacy save who got married and moved “away” because I’m starting a new story with them. I need to delete them from the legacy save, but I just can’t do it! So, instead, I changed their hair and gave them those star sunglasses to disguise them so no one will know who they are when they photo bomb my screenshots lol.

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      • CitizenErased14 says:

        I love that idea! Hahaha. It was seriously SUPER painful… especially since I have aging off, so I literally had to use a cheat to Shift+Click him and click “Kill”. OMG. I felt like a monster haha. The good news is that I have a couple of backup saves from when Lucas was a teen and YA where Damien can live on forever!

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  3. Commenting, because liking doesn’t seem appropriate in this case. 😦 He was a cool character. I didn’t really get him at first, when Lucas was a kid, but he sort of grew on me as Lucas grew up.

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    • CitizenErased14 says:

      Thanks! Yeah, as for his initial behavior when Lucas was little, basically Damien was always super smart and logical. He looked at things literally, and wasn’t quite as open/understanding about things like “imaginary friends”. He was more concerned with “I want my child to be successful. If he has an imaginary friend, he’ll be teased/never fit in and therefore won’t succeed socially.” So that’s kind of why he acted the way he did back then. As Lucas got older, the “imaginary friend” became a non-issue, so it was easier to show the warm and caring side of his personality. Fun fact: he had the “successful lineage” aspiration (which he did complete!). Thank you for commenting, by the way! I always see you “liking”, and I’m glad you enjoy it! 🙂

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  4. bluethundakat says:

    Still “liking” bc you writing is beautiful and moving and the story is amazing, but no! He was such a kind, caring father. I’m so glad Lucas got to grow up with him as a dad. He certainly taught him a lot about parenting and loving. I’m glad we had him in the story. Sad to see him go, though..

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  5. Derubelle says:

    Aw this chapter was so sad 😦 I really liked Damien as well 🙂 he seemed to me to be the rock of the family somehow but oh well..all men must die 😥

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  6. Jes2G says:

    This was very skillfully written. By the middle, I knew someone had died, but I was just trying to figure out which one. Nicely done!

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  7. Oh noooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow! I was wondering who we were going to lose because you commented on how hard this was in the Writers Lounge. Becca must be so sad. :(. But he got to see Lucas grow up and get married and have a child. Damien will be missed.

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    • CitizenErased14 says:

      Yes, he got to see his son grow up and be successful (both personally and professionally) which was always Damien’s goal! But yes, everyone is devastated 😥 (including the author! Haha)

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  8. ninjapigsims says:

    *ninjapig hugs Krystina, Becca, Lucas, Mel and you* RIP, Damien. He was my favourite character of the series!

    I’m celebrating his wonderful life though, as much as I feel sad about his passing. A wonderful career, a great family, and a lovely granddaughter. He deserves nothing less!

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    • CitizenErased14 says:

      I was thinking of you when this happened! I remembered he was your fave, so I was like “oh no, Exo is going to be so sad!” and then you were on vacation when it happened and I was like “okay, she has time before she has to accept his fate” haha. I really Loved him so much 🙂 I am glad that you did too!

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  9. simz4ever says:

    I cried. I think I’m too emotional these days. Great chapter though. Goodbye Damien. By the way, Krystina is really pretty.

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    • CitizenErased14 says:

      Thank you so much for reading! I love it whenever I have new readers come out and comment! 🙂 It was such a sad thing to write for sure though 😦 (And thanks about Krysti! I was so happy that she came out so pretty!)


  10. We’ll miss you Damien!

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  11. Virtualee says:

    Papa Damien… a truly remarkable and memorable character.

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  12. JoieWilder says:

    I remember reading this chapter before. 😦 #TeamDamien

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  13. lovesstorms says:

    Awe! I figured one of the grandparents had died. 😦 So sad. 😦 To this day, I’ve still never had a sim die. I don’t play them long enough. So, when one of them does die, I’ll probably be super sad and submit them right away for Purple Day. ❤

    She's growing up. 😦 I'm glad she's able to get over to see Evelyn still. It's important. Really important.

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  14. ARoseInBloom says:

    Hugs to everyone! It’s so hard to lose a Sim ❤

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  15. CitizenErased14 says:

    Thank you so much! I always loved Damien. It was so hard to lose him 😦


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