My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

The aroma of coffee lingered in the air as Martin's voice slowly filled the space.

"Actually, I'm planning to go find Cindy," he said frankly, though his demeanor showed a bit of unease.

Nicole's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise.

"Cindy? You..." "Yes." Martin nodded, speaking softly, "It's only in her absence that I've realized I can't live without her." Without Cindy, Martin's life had turned unbearably dull and monotonous.

His days were confined to the laboratory, with no one to share his thoughts with, no one to break the silence of his solitude.

This solitude, once a sanctuary, had morphed into a suffocating cell.

He recognized that Cindy's presence had injected vibrancy into his life, turning the monochrome to technicolor.

Her departure had reverted everything back to a bleak grayscale.

The void of her absence made every idle moment a gateway to memories of their shared times, each memory a sharp, vivid sting.

The haunting image of Cindy's desolate departure was a constant ache, a relentless reminder of what he'd lost.

profound realization propelled him toward a decision: he had to

and acceptance of his feelings for

reconcile with Cindy and rekindle their

Martin raised his coffee cup in a

her coffee, then asked, "Have you tried contacting Cindy?" “No, I can't

her brows

get in touch?" "I'm not sure."

for Cindy to cut off all

any trouble while you're there, remember to contact

to help

worry, I'm just going

happen, " Martin tried

burdens and didn't want to

Cindy are both my friends," Nicole said, offering Martin a

brief pause, Martin

will." “Alright then," Nicole replied, her smile