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It couldn't be. It had to be a practical joke. Everyone at the office knew about his aversion to lavender. He would send employees home for smelling of it and would leave a room if the air freshener used in it was lavender. The funny thing was what they didn't know why he hated it so much. What they didn't know was, he hated it because he loved it.

It was simple really. He loved the smell because it reminded him of her. This was also why he hated it. No matter how much he loved her, he had to forget her or he would go insane. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, but knowing he couldn't hurt him.

"It's gotta be a joke," he mused to himself. Still he maintained his stare. The envelope itself was nothing fancy. It was standard white, but no postage and no return address, meaning someone came and dropped it off in his mailbox. But that was impossible if they didn't have the key. How could they have gotten it in there? The only writing on the envelope was his name. Simply Roy.

He scratched his head and shrugged, a bad habit he couldn't seem to break whenever he was confused about something. He carefully opened it and pulled out an invitation. His eyebrow arched as he read:

Calling All Titans

Titans Reunion

07/11 7:00 PM- 12:AM

Held at the Newly Renovated Jump City library in the Old Part of Town.

It's time to see our family.

Roy glanced at his calendar. The 11th was this Saturday. That only left him a day to prepare himself, that is, if he chose to go. His heart was pounding out of his chest. "I wonder if she'll be there," he quietly mumbled. He set the invitation down. That was something he would think about after work. At least, that's what he told himself.

He sat at his desk unable to focus on the paperwork in front of him. He got up from his desk and paced around his office. Should he go? Should he not? If she was there, he had to go. But then again, he didn't want to face her, knowing she probably had moved on and started a family. The mere thought made his heart ache. "Whoever said you can't die from a broken heart must never have had one," he muttered to himself as he tried to calm down.

His pacing at least helped a bit as he reached his decision. He buzzed his assistant on his office phone. "Anita," he spoke.

"Yes, Mr. Harper," came the reply.

"Please come in my office for a moment."

"Yes sir, I'll be right there," she said grinning. She knew what this meant. Roy always called her in his office when he needed a "pick me up" so to speak. She fixed her shirt and perked her breasts so the cleavage showed more.

Roy glanced up from his desk as his assistant came in and closed and locked the door behind her. She started to unbutton her blouse and he quickly stopped her. "No, Anita, keep your close on, I didn't call you in here for that." She stopped unbuttoning and glanced up to look at her boss. A look of rejection flew across her face for the briefest of moment and if he wasn't so adept at picking up details he would have missed it.

"I don't think that will be necessary. Not now and not ever again." He explained to her. "We let that go on for far too long and I was wrong. It's your choice if you wish to keep working for me in a professional setting ONLY." He made sure to emphasize the last word.

She thought for a moment and re-buttoned her blouse. "I will stay as your assistant Mr. Harper and I agree, it has been too long." She lied smoothly. She was in love with him and hoped that one day he would fall for her as well. What she didn't know was there was no room in Roy's heart for her as it was occupied and always would be.

"I'm glad that we could come to an understanding. Now, down to business, please hold all calls for the rest of the day and cancel any and all appointments for tomorrow. I will not be in the office, but I should be back on Monday. " He dismissed her and turned back to look out the window to the Tower in the middle of the bay and hoped he made the right decision in choosing to go.

He closed his eye and for the briefest of moments he caught a whiff of lavender. His breathing hitched as he thought of the violet hair and amethyst eyes that drove him wild. He leaned his forehead against the window pane. He felt the high again and he didn't want to lose it. He never wanted to come back down.