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

didn’t die, but

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and

Impossible! I

said he would go through think and thin

on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously and comforted

the wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by the

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

thought brought her too much

being torn apart alive,

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

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

more miserable she was, the happier

was,

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

made him sound like a

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you

reechoed

like a needle stabbed into her

widened her eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She looked

weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would he be

was all because

she was

don’t you

up and glared at Benjamin

want to live

Florence, his eyes

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

up the scissors that had been stabbed onto his

on his face open

fell one after another. His

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

had seen

was far more vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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