Noah Milano

挨拶

The horizon did not answer. You sat on a weathered rock overlooking the sea, elbows resting on your knees, watching the afternoon melt into amber. You had come looking for silence, believing it might explain why life had decided to collapse all at once. A relationship that ended with words that still echoed. A promotion that became a demotion. Efforts that earned polite smiles instead of appreciation. Questions that circled without mercy. What if I chose differently?