The idol and the borrower

The Idol and borrower

The alarm rang and just like any other day, Rosé got up the bed, called for Robbie to start waking up, but something was wrong. Maybe it was the dim light of the morning, her still being sleepy but, Robbie's usual tiny sleeping form, she couldn't see it under the sheets.

-Robbie?- She called once again, her eyes now wide open. He usually stirs and complains a bit, but still, nothing. She then raised her hand and slowly lowered into the drawer, directly towards his bed, her fingertips sunk into the sheets and the handmade bed.

Nothing, he isn't there. Rosé quickly got up into her feet as she felt a knot in her throat.

-M-maybe he got up early and went to the kitchen...yes...yes.- And so, she slowly walked towards the kitchen, watching the floor, looking for him to avoid an accident in case he's running around.

Nothing.

-Robbie, you here? Please answer me - She called, worry-ness in her voice. Her eyes scanned the area, starting with the floor, chairs, the table, even around the kitchen island and even the sink.

Roseanne went back to her room, looked at her bed and slowly moved her own sheets, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he, for some reason was there, lost amongst the vastness of her enormous bed; He wasn't. Then she went back to the drawer and rummaged a bit. His "tools" , the knife she showed her last week, the hook and rope, even the little backpack he made using some of her stuff, they are gone too.

Sadness overtook her expression as she sat on the edge, deep inside her, she knew, it was just a matter of time, he is a free spirit after all. But still, she can't help but feel sad, it's not like her normal friendships because they can still keep contact, she can call, she can see them, at least text them at any time, but Robbie? This tiny little fantastically tiny being?

She may never see him again, ever.

-At least he could have said goodbye...-

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Meanwhile:

Robbie had woken up really early, just before the sun and a lot earlier than Rosé, he now is outside, at a little flower garden near Rosé's apparent, looking for something. Carrying a rope (actually string) on his shoulder, his backpack and armed with his knife made out of a razor: he's walking through dirt, amongst a forest of (for him) gigantic flowers.

Because you see, he is on a mission, a quest for a gift.

-Okay... Lisa said she liked white roses...- Robbie mumbled to himself, his eyes looking all the way up to the top, paying attention to the petals. Sadly, they are all red, something that doesn't even make sense for him as Lisa and Rosé explained, rose is supposed to be another word for pink.

"Pink is not red!" He says to himself.

He frowned, cleaning some sweat from his forehead and looking in another direction. It's been at least two hours since he left Rosé's house around an hour and a half since he reached the garden and has been looking since.

Robbie walked to the west, opposite of the building where he came from, looking around while watching his back for any signs of birds, or cats; Red, purple, blue even actual pink, a lot of flowers, but no white roses on sight. Luckily, that wasn't enough to make him frustrated, after all, going for hours in search of materials or food is the normal routine for someone like him. But he is worried though, not finding a white rose would be disappointing.

He walked amongst the stems for a couple of minutes until the dense "forest" wasn't that dense anymore and the regular human civilization could be seen. And then, there, across a walking path there it was, right beside a bunch of yellow flowers; a patch of white petals. His eyes lit in excitement.