"Ugh..."
Dexter grunted at the striking pain that struck his head even before he could open his eyes. He held his head to keep it still from the constant bounce of his body.
"Good evening."
He popped his eyes open as soon as he heard a familiar voice. He wasn't dreaming when he heard Abel's voice as his eyes landed on this demon in human skin sitting across from him inside the carriage.
Dexter winced and massaged his temple, glancing to his left, only to see Conan looking back at him blankly. A shallow breath slipped past his lips, sliding the window to breathe in some fresh air.
"I hope this isn't real," he grumbled, his frown going deeper and uglier. "Damn..."
When the night breeze hit his face, he cursed. He knew something ridiculous like this would happen when Isaiah visited the marquess estate before dinner. The emperor's palace had been busy recently. He should've known they were planning something.
Happy birthday to me! Yeyy... I got a year younger. You see, it's backward here in mars :D Kidding. But since it is my birthday, I feel a bit sentimental, so bear with me.
Last year, around the same time, I hit the lowest point in my life. I was very depressed and all I see is darkness. It was also the time I started writing The Duke's Passion and Villainess for the Devil for healing.
Back then, I had this thought and even until now, that "I want to be someone's favorite author." This thought actually helped me to continue thriving and your support gave me the strength to keep going.
So thank you for your support, for the gifts, for the kind words, for the votes, and for reading my works. I really mean it. I wish that my works, although they were dark stuffs, helps take some of the things off your mind.
To those who were going through a tough time, always remember that under the same universe, there's an alienfrommars who values you and believe in you. This author loves you all from the bottom of my heart.
You are my favorite reader. <3