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.

explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced

didn’t die, but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that,

help yelling, seeing black. She held her head

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

would go through think and thin together with me. He promised

let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried

of her heart was

had been blown to pieces

her too

was like being

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

complacently. He enjoyed seeing

miserable she was,

desperate she was, the more hope

personally see her be broken down bit by bit and turn into a

sneered. His hoarse voice made him

you. It was

words were reechoed

word was like a needle

eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She

Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and

was all

she was the one who had

Turner, why don’t you kill

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin like

didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think

down at Florence, his eyes full of

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

picked up the

on his

His eyes, cheeks,

her eyes were tearful,

had seen -- a

scars and rotten flesh, intertwined

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