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.

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

didn’t die, but

“No--”

of that,

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook it

way! Impossible! I don’t

through think and thin together

won’t leave me and let me live on alone. He won’t! He

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

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

brought her too much pain

was like being

if her whole world

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable

more miserable she was, the happier he

more desperate she was, the more

see her be broken down

voice made him sound like a

rescuing you. It was you

were reechoed

like a needle

widened her eyes in a daze,

Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and

all because of

that she was the one who

don’t you

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin like

want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still

looked down at Florence, his eyes full

the simplest thing in this world. However, living is

and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed

bandage on

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

saw his face completely, even her eyes were

had

whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds,

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