Eros looks at her. Her rose...the white rose...it kept trying to make a memory ring in the back of his mind. And then it started to click. Could she? Is it possible? He looks at her. Hearing her story. Could she really be his...little flower? He had seen her many times when they were younger. They played together. They were friends but he thought she would have forgotten about him.<br/><br/>It all came rushing back to him. That day. Her. The fire which scared the hell out of him yet he still rescued her from it. He'd had burns that took two weeks to finally heal and go away. He looks at her in shock. Then he saw her again. Now that was why the rose looked so familiar! He'd grown and enchanted it for the friend who he knew wouldn't remember him. "Little flower?" he says in a breathey whisper.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "I remember now. I had lost much of my memory...I gave you that rose. Grew it and enchanted it...just for you. And...if your little flower...I saved you when you were a child too." he says in a stunned daze.<br/>(hope its alright. having it so the nickname he called her when she was a child was little flower.)