Bent on love, bent on hate, bent like a flower petal. True to himself, false to the world. The life of each word rests on his tongue. The passion of every image his eyes come upon. The mystery of who his past, present and future is. Is it a girl? Or a guy? The one question lingering in his brain. Strangely, a very handsome, twenty-three year old masterpiece of a man, can't figure out his sexuality. Who does he like? Or is it who does he like more? Perhaps it's who does he love? Dice Mason, the epitome of perfect, finds himself in some not so perfect situations. Strong willed, weak to emotions. What will become of him? Will he be the petal to fall? Or to complete the rose? But to know, what he should know, that shouldn't be known, he must figure out what shade of pink a specific rose is. His Lost Rose.