PROLOGUE ...

She'd somehow found herself in the same bar. The same bar she'd sat in 2 1/2 years ago. The irony wasn't lost on her. Back then it was the breakdown of her friendship with Derek. Now it was the breakdown of their relationship.

She was a mess. She'd drunk so much she could barely stay on the stool. The only thing she understood was that she just didn't understand. Through everything, even the difficulties of the last few months, she had never doubted the love they had for each other. She felt like such a fool. Apparently it was only her who loved him, because how else could he have done that to her?

If she had been someone he cared about, loved even, Karen could have eventually made sense of it, however much it would have destroyed her. But this?! It made no sense at all. He'd thrown everything away, everything they'd fought for, for what? A one night stand with some random girl. Some random girl he probably didn't even know the name of. Did he really disrespect her that much? And in their own bed! It was as if he wanted her to find them together.

She downed another drink and buried her head in her hands, tears flowing. She could barely hold it together. After all they'd been through together, this is how it was to end? She didn't understand. It wasn't meant to be like this.

"So I heard a nasty rumour there's a drunken Iowan causing trouble and clearing out the bar of all its vodka!"

Karen looked across to see Ana, an amused smile on her face, instantly turning to concern when she saw the state she was in.

"Holy crap girl, what's happened?! Are you okay?!"

Karen shook her head in disbelief. She could barely get the words out through her sobs.

"I, I walked in on him Ana. Derek. In our bed. With another woman!"

"Derek?!" Ana was incredulous. "You're kidding right? Derek?! He adores you!"

"If only it was some sick joke!" Karen shook her head.

"Okay girl, Ana to the rescue. Let's get you out of here. You're coming back to mine. This bar has taken enough of a beating already! Let's go get you cleaned up. Come on sweetie!"

Ana helped Karen off the stool, and Karen leaned into her for support, barely able to stand.

"This isn't my finest hour" Karen slurred, trying to crack a joke through her tears.

"Girl, not gonna lie, I'm proud of you!" Ana winked, as she led her distraught drunken friend out of the bar, thanking Steve the barman on the way out for calling her.

Right now nothing made sense to Karen. All she knew was that she was drunk, and she felt like her heart had been ripped out, and she didn't understand why.

AN: I was going to do a whole new story, but I thought it would be fun to do a sequel of 'The Words I Meant To Say' set a year or so later. I hope you enjoy, and sorry I totally pulled the same prologue trick with this story too, lol, but it helps me progress the story when I have something to work towards. :)