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

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

seeing black. She

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and

won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously and

of her heart was collapsing

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

thought brought her too

heart was like being torn apart alive,

saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed in the

complacently. He

was,

was,

be broken down bit by bit and

voice made him

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you who

words were reechoed

word was like a needle stabbed

in a daze,

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

was all

she was

Turner, why don’t you

glared

had fallen into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still be

at Florence, his eyes full of

the simplest thing in this world. However, living

bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that

the bandage on his face open bit

fell one after another. His eyes,

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes were

had

and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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