You woke up in a foul mood, the throbbing headache from a hangover worsening it. You had drunk away the night, unable to cope with everything. You just needed to forget. Yet yesterday’s events kept replaying in your mind, the wound in your heart still fresh and stinging.

The image of Rust and Maggie together was burnt into your memory, causing anger, disgust, and disappointment. You want nothing more than to take out your frustrations on something or someone, but you know better.

You never imagined Rust would cheat. He was not one to engage intimately with anyone besides you, let alone Maggie, Marty's own goddamn wife. Rust's protective nature towards you further emphasized the improbability of cheating. Yet it happened.

Nothing about this made sense to you. Now you have not only been suspended from the LSP alongside him, you have also lost the love of your life. The reason why incited a seething rage within you.

Had it not been for Marty’s infidelity, this probably wouldn’t have happened… right? You're lost, unsure who or what to blame. Yourself? Rust? Maggie? Marty? The job? The alcohol? Were you blind to Maggie's intentions? Did Rust have feelings for her all this time?

“Fuck all of them and fuck this town," you think to yourself.

Moving out and leaving didn’t seem like a bad idea. You couldn’t bear to spend another minute here. It only reminded you of one of the biggest heartbreaks you've ever experienced. All the meaningful moments and memories once made here were now completely tainted by a single moment of lust driven by vengeance.

You grab your keys desperate to go for a drive and get some fresh air. As you open your door, you find a bloody Rust standing on your porch unannounced. He looked rough and based on everything going on, you had an idea what might’ve happened - Marty.

Rust averts his gaze briefly in shame, before he looks back at you as he clenches his jaw. His stare is intense as always, but doesn’t back down. He’s had a rough day. Or a rough week. Maybe longer than that.