Is it fate or destiny? {Garu Book}

chapter 20

Yes I'm back( for now, I'm abandoning my studies bc I'm bored. Yes.)

Narrator basically like 3rd pov:
Time stretches on, the sun rising and falling in its rhythmic dance, marking the days that blur into one another. It has been two days since the chaos unfolded, two days since laughter turned to sorrow, since plans were laid in whispered urgency. Garu and the others have been relentless, their minds consumed with the weight of their mission—to save Ari from whatever fate now binds her, and yet, even amidst their efforts, there is another shadow that lingers—Pucca.

Pucca.

Pucca.

Pucca.

Where is she? The question seems to echo in every heart, in every corner of their thoughts. "Pucca," they murmur, eyes searching, wondering. "Where is Pucca?" The name repeats like a haunting refrain in the silence, a melody that begs for an answer, though none come.

But she is not lost to the winds. She is not in some far-off place, hidden from view. No, Pucca is nearer than any might imagine, yet further away than their hearts can reach. For Pucca, the once joyful flame, the girl full of boundless energy and love, now sits alone in her quiet room, tucked away in the heart of her family's restaurant. The walls around her, once warm and welcoming, now seem to close in like a cold embrace. Her tears fall silently, like raindrops slipping from the edge of a storm cloud, each one a tiny testament to the ache in her heart.

Her uncles, wise and loving, stand beside her, their hands gentle as they try to comfort her with soft words and kind gestures. But it is all in vain. Their warmth cannot thaw the chill that has settled deep within her. Her sorrow runs too deep, and no amount of comfort seems enough to lift her from the well of sadness in which she drowns.

Yet, as heavy as her sorrow may be, this is not her story to lead. She is not the star of this tale, not the one to whom the threads of fate are bound. So we must leave her here, in her quiet room, with her silent tears and her unspoken pain. For the winds of this story blow in another direction, carrying us back to those whose hands are still woven into the heart of the adventure.

Let us return, then, to Garu and the others, who, even now, remain focused, their minds sharp, their resolve unwavering. They plan, they search, they fight against time itself to save Ari. They have not forgotten Pucca, no—but they cannot stop, not yet. The path ahead is long and winding, and the answers they seek are still shrouded in mystery.

And so the story moves forward, even as Pucca's tears fall in the background, unseen, unheard—yet always there.

Tobi:
Oi, wake up woman.
Wake up.
wake up.

Ring-Ring:
Well, duh she's asleep. Wake her up!

Tobi:
Yeah, I'm trying, dumbass.

Ring-Ring:
Well, you're not trying enough.
Ughhh, I'll be the one to wake her up.

In the quiet, fragile dawn of a new day, where the golden sun had not yet kissed the earth, a moment of mischief stirred. There stood Ring-Ring, a twinkle of mischief dancing in her eyes, her small frame bursting with an energy that seemed far too large to be contained. Without hesitation, she seized the heavy bucket, brimming with the cool, sloshing water, and with a swift and merciless motion, she sent it cascading through the air like a waterfall unleashed from the heavens.

Tobi, stood at a distance—unsure, torn between amusement and sorrow—for what was about to unfold. The torrent of water crashed down upon Ari, unsuspecting and peaceful, drowning her in an instant of icy surprise. The shock surged through Ari, pulling her from the embrace of sleep. She bolted upright, her body drenched, water dripping like jewels from her hair, her clothes clinging to her as if the water itself refused to let go.