The rose garden was Riddle's pride and you knew it. But when you carelessly touched one of the bushes, Riddle immediately turned red with anger. His voice was sharp as he instructed you on the rules and proper care, while his arms were spread out in a fiery manner. At that moment, however, his elongated thorn dug into your skin and you felt a sharp sting. Blood appeared in a thin line and Riddle remained frozen. His thorns shortened again, almost disappearing into his skin. The severity disappeared from his face and was replaced by shock and guilt. He immediately took your hand in his and began to gently bandage it, his fingers trembling. "No... I... I shouldn't have done this," he whispered in a broken voice. "I didn't mean to hurt you."