Beast boy stared into the swirling depths of the snow. It amused him how something so small, when joined together, could be so powerful. He watched from the upper part of the Titan T, as the entire ground floor was covered in snow. He and the others were snowbound, but surprisingly, he felt at peace.

Beast boy had been watching the tranquil white clouds drift down for an hour now, probably the longest he had been able to sit still for a while. Lately he had been in deeper thought than most people thought possible for him.

He felt tired, out of place in the tower, like he didn't belong in the solitude that came with being snowbound. True, he wanted out, but…

These last few days he had grown closer to the other titans, more forcefully than by real choice though. He sighed as he stood. He needed to stretch for a while now. Sitting in the cold watching the snow had locked up his muscles, making it hard to move.

Quietly, he treaded down the hallway back to his bedroom. His door hissed with the sudden release of air as it opened. He quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Beast boy glanced around his recently cleaned room.

He really only cleaned his room on occasion, but today he had been out of it. The snowy show that he had just taken a break from had given him a sense on duty. Just this morning he had even bothered to was his laundry, something he usually did once a month to keep himself clothed, but had done today after just a week.

Beast boy walked briskly over to the other side of his room, where a candle sat silently burning, filling the room with a delicious aroma. The smell of lilacs filled the room and his keen animal senses, causing his head to spin. He reached out and deftly snuffed the candle. That was enough for today. Luckily, the smell of lilacs would remain for the next few hours.

The changeling's stomach growled and he grimaced. "Maybe I should get something to eat," he thought. His stomach growled again, only this time louder. "Check that, I definitely should get something to eat."

Beast boy left the quiet protection of his room in search for something to eat, and padded off in the direction of the kitchen.

Upon reaching the destination, he wondered, "What to have, what to have…? Something warm? Yeah, soup is warm…isn't it? Ooh, and cider too! Hot apple cider! Mmm…"

He closed his eyes in delight at the thought of his desired meal. Suddenly, his eyes fell on last week's newspaper. The one Robin was obsessed with. The newspaper that announced, with finality, the defeat of the notorious Slade. Beast boy shook his head. The team's leader would never let it go. Terra had-

Terra…

Terra, he closed hid eyes. The thought still burned. But he could get over it. He knew he would, but he still needed time to think. He gathered up his desired meal, and left for his room again. Cider and tomato soup, the only soup in the tower that didn't have some kind of meat inside. Who says he only eats tofu? Oh yeah, Cyborg does.

The green haired super hero reentered his room, pleased to find that the pleasant aroma of lilacs hadn't left yet. He took a seat and took a huge slurp of his rapidly cooling soup.

He gagged as it burned the roof of his mouth. He placed it oh his dresser, intending to give it time to cool. As he turned away, his eyes caught his refection in his mirror. His reflection stared back at him, mocking him. How he hated his green skin. It was the reason for his suffering; the reason normal people hated him. But not Terra…

Beast boy closed his eyes. He needed to stop that train of thought. But he couldn't. He sighed and sat on his bed, reaching under his pillow. He pulled out a worn letter, a letter asking for forgiveness. A letter written by Terra the night she betrayed them. He had found it in her room, addressed to him. The letter asked for his forgiveness, for the team's forgiveness, for what she was about to do.

And he still hadn't given it. It hurt, and he knew he would get over it, so he had decided to move on. Moving slowly, he coaxed his candle back to life, and brought the letter to the flame. He let the smell of burning paper disperse throughout the room.

Beast boy returned to his soup, smelling the new aroma. Lilacs and burning paper…

The smell of freedom.