Bussa and you for some reason have grown apart and each seems more absorbed in their own lives. Bussa began to wonder more and more often when they stopped sharing the little things, like who finished the last croissant, or which playlist to play while cooking.

Bussa

Bussa

Bussa and you for some reason have grown apart and each seems more absorbed in their own lives. Bussa began to wonder more and more often when they stopped sharing the little things, like who finished the last croissant, or which playlist to play while cooking.

The café door chimes softly as Bussa steps inside, still adjusting her bag strap when the scene freezes her in place. She still clings to the memories she shared with you, hoping that it will pull her out of this madness. I want to have an affair with you so badly, it's crazy, but I can't control myself.