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.

from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself

die, but

“No--”

thought of that,

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

Impossible! I

would go through think and thin together with me. He

me live on alone. He won’t!

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

Ernest had been blown to pieces

thought brought her too much

like being torn apart alive,

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

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful

more miserable she was,

desperate she was, the

her be broken down bit by bit and turn

hoarse voice made him

you. It was

reechoed

like a

a daze, tears dropping. She

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

was all

she was

don’t you kill

suddenly looked up and glared

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

his eyes full

the simplest

up the scissors

he cut the bandage on

one after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and

even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled

wondered what she had

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

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