I killed someone today. His name was Jason, and he was a 26-year-old Long Island native and member of the Bowdoin College Class of 2006. He was about 5'6" with dark curly hair and a sly wit. President of Brash Bras, a company he took over from his dad after earning an MBA, he was self-assured, cocky even.
He was also a misogynistic charmer who caused a guileless young woman named Diane to lose her job. He gave his life in order to help me publish my book.
I really tried to save him. I chopped him into little pieces, reassembled him and placed him in new settings where I hoped he might thrive. But every new venue proved a harsh environment for Jason. He just couldn't cut it.
He may yet live again, so I've put him in limbo, i.e. my "character" file, whence he may rise again some day.
For now, it's adios, ciao, au revoir Jason.