From @ultimatexmulti: "Ah, excuse me," Rantaro waved his hand infront of the stranger's face to get his attention after catching up to him, before lifting up a blue rose, "I think you dropped this. Sorry, a petal or two fell from it when I picked it up; I hope it's not a problem." (From Rantaro)
He was just walking but had to stop as he felt a sense of pain, holding onto a lamppost next to him. His rose. Where was it? His spare hand patted down his coat, searching his pockets but it wasn’t there. It was dropped. Why, why now?! As his breath picked up in panic. He didn’t notice the stranger but as the hand was waved he yelped and backed away, falling over.
“M-My Rose.” Garry steeled himself and got up, taking the rose, blood on his hand from a cut caused by the fallen petals. “Thank you…” He checked the number of petals on the rose, counting 8 and sighed out of relief. It should be enough for the day, as long as he was careful and put it in some water soon or at the end of the day. “I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t return it.”