You don't need to know what happens. You just need to meet Yamamoto. He overanalyzes texts. Replays conversations that already happened. Imagines ones that never will. He's not exactly heartbroken, but he's also not exactly fine. Somewhere between regret and rationalization, Yamamoto is quietly unraveling in the most ordinary ways-at caf s, on long walks, staring at his phone, refreshing a screen that never changes.
This is not a story about love, exactly. And it's definitely not a story about moving on. It's a slow, sideways look at what happens when your thoughts get louder than your life. Yamamoto's mind is a strange, sometimes funny, sometimes painful place-and you're invited to spend a little time inside it.
Written with dry humor, emotional restraint, and moments of accidental wisdom, this is a quiet exploration of modern loneliness, awkward hope, and the absurd inner life of a man who feels too much but rarely shows it.
For readers who enjoy:
Introspective, character-driven stories
Emotional depth without melodrama
Sharp, subtle writing with room to breathe