Snow
Two mirror-image pastel green stems. Corresponding curves that bent the stalks downward, and two white flowers hanging opposite each other, their fertile centers facing the ground. For a while the plant had tried to reach the sun, but now bowed under a weight too great to bear. It had split in the middle, torn between two warring halves. Had the flowers worked together, they'd have withstood the winter.
She'd given it to him. She appreciated symbolism. She was gone—he still loved her. He shook his head to remember her, as he shook the globe to stir the dormant snow.
Richer
"Sweet! Today's my lucky–" he faltered, penny pinched between two fingers, his grin falling faster than gravity allowed, his eyes welling up with regret and uncertainty. Beast Boy remembered the last time he'd made the proclamation; in fact, it had been one of his most unlucky days. Raven walked beside him, having noticed him bend down before hearing him, observed his reactions calmly, stoically, as usual.
She decided to bring it up. "Remember the last time you said that?"
He stared at the penny in his palm, lost in memory. "Yeah."
"I held that while I died, you know."
Poorer
She wandered, alone not for the first time. However, this alone seemed more devastating and real than the other times. The planet was new and strange to her, and she had not a cent on her. Despite being raised in Azarath and never worrying about money herself, she was familiar enough with systems of commerce to understand nothing wouldn't buy her food and shelter. She pulled her cowl down and looked around.
A green boy eyed her with interest from across the street. What strange lavendar hair! But she seemed so lost. I'll find out about her, he thought hopefully.