A frown was across my face as I stared into a mirror. My plan had clearly backfired fully. I wanted to give her a gift as a way to say thank you and try to make her happy. But it had fully back fired cause baker played a joke on me. "...ugh..." I sighed. No make matters worse she had kept the thing. Now I see it every time I visit her.
Lately she been talking even less to me. She wasn't mad at me, right? I mean she would still greet me each time but...that was close to it. "Oh, Hello Nemo." her face was deep in a book. "..." I don't understand what's going on. She had been acting the same way toward the Nemo Series as well. Was she upset over what happened with the Nemo Series? I did apology about that...she acted like it wasn't a big deal. But...what if it was? what if she hates me now? I was panicking. I rapped my arms around her from behind. "Nemo? Is something wrong...?" I pouted as I pressed my head against her back. "Do you not like me anymore?"
"Huh?" She sounded lost. "Where would you get that idea?" It feels like...you are giving me less attention lately. But if I say that it would sound like...I am spoiled. No... maybe I was being spoiled by her lately and that's why it felt like she was giving me less attention. "I don't really understand...what is the matter?" She knew I was pouting but she didn't understand why. "I feel like you are giving me less attention lately..."
"...huh? I am?" I pouted rubbing my head against her back. She clearly didn't mean too. But she still did. "Sorry...Nemo. I wasn't trying to do that, but I guess I did..." she had been like this all week. Maybe...it was just a bad week for her? "This week...I just don't really want to do anything, but I feel like this every year at this time..." She plainly told me, "Is this week special...?"
"Yes...at least. To me...it was the week my sister was killed." I understand why she didn't feel like doing anything. It was almost like all her energy had been taken from her. "I just want to lay here and do nothing...but I'm sorry." She apology for something that was out of her control. "I-I'm sorry I didn't know this was..." my arms dropped from behind around her. She clanged to a pillow close to her. "I hate this week...I want it to be over with." She told me closing her eyes. I feel horrible now. In truth...she wasn't upset with me or the nemo series. In truth if anything. She was upset with herself. Even years later for not saving her sister's life. It was still haunting her. I was being selfish... "I'm sorry...but I just can't give you the attention you need right now Nemo..."
"No. it's alright..." I feel horrible. I lightly ran my hand through her hair, "I'm sorry...if you need anything let me know." I would stay beside her but I know more than anything. She wanted to be left alone for the most part. "Thank you..." She was depressed. Losing her sister did so much trauma to her. Some she will never recover from.
Sometimes I forget she has very bad Trauma from the past. Because I am used as a link to keep her together. But sometimes it shows like it is now. All I can do with how she is now...is by her side. It isn't something she can just get over. She fell asleep before long. I pulled some blankets over her. "..." I wish I could do something else for her. Beside staying at her side. I feel so powerless right now. I almost felt like she was slowly falling, and I was trying to catch her...but she was always a bit out of reach.
"Master..." Her Past her childhood appeared to have no happy memories at all. It was just a horrible time for her. So much so it had done so much damage to her. If only...if only she could have one happy memory from that time. If only...there was a way. "Fool!" I was being yelled at later on that day. "It's clear what you need to do!" Santa Nightingale was yelling at me. "What would that be...?" I still didn't get what she was getting at. "Clearly the only answer is to become a Santa Servant!"
What...?
"Huh?"
"Don't huh me! As Santa you do whatever you wish! Santa has the ability to makes dreams into reality!"
"I could help Master if I Become a Santa Servant?"
"Of course! Without a Doubt you could!" It was true each Santa servant has different abilities. Did it matter on their wishes how they abilities came about in that form? Could I also...somehow give her happy memories of her past? I don't want to see her in so much Trauma. Could I also stop her from being depressed from time to time too? Without a doubt. I had to try.
"I will become Santa Nemo."