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 direction where

didn’t die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held

way! Impossible! I don’t

he would go through think and thin together

me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do

of her heart was collapsing as if it was

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

too much pain

being torn apart

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

He enjoyed seeing how

was, the

was, the more

broken down bit by bit and turn into a

hoarse voice made him

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was

were reechoed

like a needle stabbed

in a daze, tears dropping. She

he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and

was all because of

wished that she was

Turner, why don’t you kill

glared

his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she

down at Florence, his

Fraser, death is the simplest

his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed onto

on his

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

saw his face completely, even her eyes were

wondered what she had seen -- a

and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin

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