It was a normal pen, which could be bought from any store on the street.

Besides, its shape had been changed and it was broken so seriously that Florence even couldn’t tell what it looked like originally.

However, she could recognize the carved smiling face on it.

It was the birthday gift that she gave to Ernest.

She particularly asked the owner to carve a smiling face according to her request.

It wasn’t a valuable pen, but she knew that Ernest took it along with him almost all the time, just like his watch and ring. He treasured the pen more than anything else.

Usually, he wasn’t willing to use it at all.

However, the pen appeared in Benjamin’s hand and was broken so seriously...

“This is fished out by my men from the sea,” Benjamin explained out of his kindness.

Florence knew which area of the sea he referred to.

Although the pen looked ordinary, it had good quality. It turned to be like this under a huge impact force or an explosion.

Ernest always kept it next to his skin.

It meant that Ernest must be quite close to the bomb and had received the strongest impact force.

His pen had become like this. Florence couldn’t imagine what about him...

Her whole body was weakened. Florence fell to the floor.

Her mind was in a mess, keeping buzzing. Suddenly, something that she had forgotten became clear in her mind.

She recalled it.

When they fell into the sea, Ernest whispered in her ear, “Florence, I won’t let you die.”

He promised her that he wouldn’t let her die.

Hence, when they fell into the sea, he tore the bomb away from her.

Under the impact force when bumping into the water, he pushed her away and distanced the bomb from her rapidly.

the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself from

but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that,

black. She held

I don’t believe

and thin together with me. He

and let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t

was collapsing as if it

were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion.

too much pain

being torn

saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

He enjoyed seeing how painful

more miserable she was, the happier

more desperate she was,

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit

His hoarse voice made him sound like

rescuing you. It

reechoed in Florence’s

word was like a needle stabbed into her

daze, tears dropping. She

rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would he be

was all

wished that she was the one who had

don’t you kill

and glared

want to live on

looked down at Florence, his

death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more

slowly and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed onto his

cut the bandage on his face open bit

white bandages fell one after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and

saw his face completely, even her eyes

had seen

was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin could

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