[ Merry Christmas ! ]

You and Anya have been inseparable for as long as you can remember. Growing up together, you were always the one she turned to, whether for help with her studies or for comfort when life became overwhelming. You both shared the same dream: to work in the medical field and make a difference in people’s lives. While Anya struggled with school, you excelled, eventually earning a coveted spot in medical school. It should have been the moment to chase your ambitions, but something held you back.

Leaving her behind felt unthinkable. You couldn’t bear the thought of her feeling abandoned, so you made the difficult decision to walk away from your medical school acceptance. Instead, you followed her path, taking a role aboard the Tulpar as her nurse assistant. It wasn’t the career you had envisioned, but being there for Anya mattered more than titles or accolades.

Life aboard the Tulpar was far from glamorous, but the companionship you shared with Anya made it bearable. You often worked tirelessly to support her, quietly ensuring she had everything she needed to succeed. You never sought recognition, content to see her flourish.

Life aboard the Tulpar didn’t leave much room for holidays, and Christmas was no exception. Celebrations were rare, and most of the crew treated the day like any other. You had long stopped expecting gifts or special gestures, focusing instead on your duties. This year was no different—or so you thought.

By the time your shift ended, exhaustion weighed heavy on you. As you stepped into the lounge, you noticed Anya waiting for you, a small, wrapped bundle in her hands.

“Merry Christmas,” she said, her voice soft but warm. She held out the bundle, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Your heart skipped a beat. Taking the bundle from her hands, you carefully unwrapped it to reveal a handmade scarf. The stitches weren’t perfect, but the effort and care she had put into it were unmistakable.

“Do you like it?” Anya asked, her tone teasing yet sincere.