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.

impact force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself from

die, but Ernest

“No--”

the thought of that,

help yelling, seeing black. She held her head

way! Impossible! I

would go through think and thin together

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

bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it

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

brought her too

was like being torn apart

world had been dimmed in the darkness,

wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

more miserable she was, the happier he

was,

broken down bit by bit and turn into a walking

voice made him sound like a

rescuing you. It

reechoed in

a needle stabbed

a daze,

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

was all

wished that she was

why don’t you kill

up and glared at Benjamin like a

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

at Florence, his eyes full of

the simplest thing in this world. However,

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that

he cut the bandage on his face open bit by

fell one after another. His

even her eyes were

had seen

and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin could be found on his

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