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.

him toward a

clarity and acceptance of

all the best." If Martin could reconcile with Cindy and rekindle their affection,

raised his coffee

sip of her coffee, then asked, "Have you tried contacting Cindy?" “No, I can't reach her." That was why he had resolved to

furrowed her brows slightly,

"I'm not sure." A trace of worry

to cut off all contact, which deepened

trouble while you're

someone to help you," Nicole expressed

just

Martin tried to

burdens and didn't want

both my friends,"

brief pause, Martin

I will." “Alright then," Nicole replied,