I am bereft. I am a brute. And a bereft brute is not a good person.
There is a first time for everything and I can’t believe I have done it. I have killed off one of my characters and bawled my eyes out, along with my main protagonist, as I told her the bad news.
My character hadn’t been well and I did try and keep him going for as long as possible. So, even though I knew it had to happen, it didn’t make it any easier.