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.

came from

die, but Ernest died

“No--”

thought of that, Florence

black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I don’t

think and thin together

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

bottom of her heart was collapsing

had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was

too much pain

being torn apart

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable

she was, the happier he

more desperate she was, the more

her be broken down bit by bit and

made

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you who

words were reechoed in

a needle stabbed into her

a daze, tears

to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t

was all because

that she was the one

don’t you

looked up and glared at Benjamin like

into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t

Florence, his eyes full of

is the simplest

up the scissors that had been

cut the bandage on his face open

after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips,

saw his face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled in

she had seen -- a

of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It

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