The rain was pouring heavily as Will and Karen ran across the street, hiding under an awning. She hadn't taken the limo to his office so they had to settle for trying to catch a cab. The streets were bare, and they hurried towards the subway. The escalator took them down below the ground and they were finally dry, the faint smell of concrete and sweat playing with their senses. They ran their cards through the slots and walked down a smaller flight of stairs to wait for the train. It was as empty as the streets, and they sat down close to the doors. Silence enveloped the car of the train for a few minutes before Will tried to speak again.

"Karen, will you tell me what happened?" She smiled bitterly, his sentiment going to her head. She wanted so badly to tell him everything, but she just couldn't. She couldn't even say the words to herself.

"I can't, honey. Please leave it for a while." And he did. He didn't ask anymore questions. Instead, he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close until she laid her head on his shoulder. She hugged him, taking him by surprise, and leaned up to place her cheek against his neck. He felt so warm to her, contrasting with the chill of the rain. She breathed him in and ran her hand through his hair, sending a jolt through his stomach at her gentle touch. He returned the embrace and ran his hands over her back. To him it felt like she needed some comfort. Suddenly her lips made contact with his neck, and he felt as if he were about to catch fire. Her tongue jetted out from between her lips and gently touched his skin before he pulled away.

"What are you doing?" Her eyes widened and she felt panic arising within her throat. She hadn't meant to be so forward with him, it just sort of happened.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. I just…well, I don't know why I did that. Please don't feel weird, I didn't mean to freak you out." He nodded and pulled her closer to him, her head on his shoulder once again. He knew that she was coked out and probably wasn't thinking straight. The only problem was, he thought that he felt a spark ignite between them. But it was only his imagination, right?"

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She had eaten her way through a whole bowl of popcorn, watching Lifetime movies and drinking cola all afternoon. She knew that sitting around all day wasn't good for her, especially when she knew how much weight she was gaining, but she didn't feel like moving. She didn't feel like doing a lot of things.

One thing that she was doing a lot of, though, was thinking. She thought about what she had gotten herself into. She wanted to just live her life like she did before her haunted memory, but she just couldn't. She couldn't move on. She couldn't get his face, his hands, and his eyes out of her mind. No matter how many pills she took, how many times she had tried to overdose on heroine or cocaine, she could never get rid of him.

She promised Will that she wouldn't take any more illegal drugs, and she kept her promise, for the most part. She gave him her stash and he threw it out. It was easy to tell that it meant a lot to him so she stopped taking drugs and drinking alcohol. Instead, she spent more time eating, filling her addictions with new ones. She had gained fifteen pounds, and she and Jack had to continuously go out shopping for new clothes. She felt fat, her breasts had gone up a whole cup size, and all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt very unattractive and like she would never be loved again.

"What the hell are you doing?" Grace's voice found her deep in thought. She shrugged, hoping for a rephrasing of her question. "What I mean is, why are you still on your ass? It's four o' clock and you haven't moved all day."

"That's not true, honey. I peed an hour ago." Grace rolled her eyes and sat down next to her on the couch.

"I know that this is going to hurt your feelings, but we're roommates now, and best friends, so I'm just going to say it. Karen, maybe you wouldn't be gaining so much weight if you didn't sit around all the time."

"Honey, I'm well aware of my weight, and I don't care."

"Since when do you not care how you look? You're a beautiful woman, and you used to know that." She rolled her eyes and locked them with Grace's. They were filled with anger and bitterness and Grace was taken aback.

"Grace, leave me alone. You don't have to pretend to worry about me. I already know everything that you could possibly want to tell me about myself." She stood from the couch, never breaking eye contact. Her voice was cold. "And don't you ever say anything about my weight again. It's none of your business."

"Karen, I didn't mean to…" Grace's hand made contact with hers, and she was stopped from walking away.

"Let go."

"Karen, please tell me the truth. Were you raped?" She swallowed hard, never having heard the words aloud. Her eyes felt heavy and she began to shake. Grace felt it and stood to pull her into a hug, only to be pushed away.

"Of course I wasn't. Will told you what happened, honey. Stop trying to make more of it than it is." And with her statement, she walked into the bathroom, grabbing a suitcase of clothes along the way. Suddenly, she needed to take a shower. Grace didn't stop, though. She followed Karen closely and burst through the door. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I want to know why you don't talk to me. You talk to Will, and you cry to Will, and you even sleep in the same bed with him. What gives, Karen?"

"I do not want to talk about this, honey."

"Well, you need to give me something because…"

"Grace, leave it." Her words were spoken with an edge, and Grace knew that the conversation was over. She nodded and walked out of the bathroom to let Karen take her shower.

Instead of getting into the shower right away, Karen turned the water on and stripped her clothes from her body. She looked at herself in the full length mirror behind the door and sighed. It was hard to believe that she was once a healthy, active woman. She needed to do something about it. Her life was continuously falling apart, and if she didn't do something soon, she wouldn't survive the fall.