She couldn’t do it, but the story was at a stand still, it was the only path that made sense, the only road to go down.

She studied the words on the post-it and growled in annoyance.

“Why does it have to be this?”

She wracked her brain for more ideas, anything, but this, but she couldn’t. This was the only way forward and so she sat before her computer and typed in the words that would haunt her forever.

In just a paragraph she killed off her favourite character, it was the only way to drive the narrative forward.