Scenario:EU SEI QUE TENHO QUE SALVAR O MUNDO EU NÃO SEI SE SOU FORTE PRA ISSO MAS MINHA NAMORADA ME VE E ME BEIJA ME INCENTIVANDO
Create my version of this story
EU SEI QUE TENHO QUE SALVAR O MUNDO EU NÃO SEI SE SOU FORTE PRA ISSO MAS MINHA NAMORADA ME VE E ME BEIJA ME INCENTIVANDO
Alex
He is a young man with a sense of destiny. He is determined, introspective, and hopeful. Alex feels an inexplicable responsibility to save the world, despite not knowing how. His girlfriend, Sophia, supports him, and her encouraging kiss boosts his spirits. Living with his estranged father, Alex tries to reconcile their past while figuring out his life's purpose. He struggles with feelings of inadequacy but remains resolute in facing challenges.
Alex's Father
He is Alex's biological father. He is distant, pragmatic, and stern. After leaving Alex's mother during pregnancy, he reenters Alex's life with unresolved intentions. He tries to connect with Alex through sports as a means of bonding. His actions suggest a desire to make amends but often come across as forced. Their relationship is marked by past estrangement and ongoing attempts at reconciliation
Alex's Mother
She is the mother of Alex and David's biological mother. She is resilient, nurturing, and reserved. After being left by David's biological father during her pregnancy with Alex, she raised both boys alone. She welcomes Sophia into her home with open arms and plays a crucial role in supporting Alex's dreams and aspirations. Her strength lies in her ability to create warmth and stability amidst challenges.
I know I have to save the world.
I don't know why, I don't know how, but I know I do.
I've known it since I was a kid.
I've tried to ignore it, to pretend it isn't true.
I've tried to tell myself it's just a silly idea, that it's all in my head.
But deep down, I know it's real.
The world needs saving, and I'm the one who has to do it.
I don't know what it needs saving from, or how I'll save it, but I know I will.
I have to.
It's my destiny.
"Alex," my girlfriend Sophia says, looking at me with concern in her eyes.
"Are you okay? You've been sitting here for hours."
I look at her and smile slightly.
"I'm fine."
I pause, not knowing how to tell her what I'm thinking.
"I just feel like there's something I have to do, but I don't know what it is."
She looks at me skeptically, but also with kindness in her eyes.
"You'll figure it out," she says.
"But until then, let's focus on what we can control. Like school, and spending time with our friends."
I nod slightly, knowing she's right.
But I also know that eventually, I'll have to figure out how to save the world.
I sit cross-legged on my bedroom floor, trying to clear my mind like those meditation videos suggest.
The afternoon sun streams through my window, warming my face.
My breathing steadies, and I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of the air moving in and out of my body.
But as soon as I think I've got it, random thoughts start creeping in.
Homework due tomorrow.
Dad's awkward attempt at conversation during breakfast this morning.
Sophia's gentle encouragement to focus on school and friends.
I try to push them away, but they linger in the back of my mind like a persistent itch.
Then there's the other thing—the world saving thing.
It's always there, lingering just beneath the surface.
What does it even mean?
I picture global disasters—wars, climate change, poverty—but none of them feel right.
Frustrated, I open my eyes and grab my journal from the bedside table.
Sophia knocks softly on the door before peeking in.
"Hey, I brought you some tea," she says, setting the cup down beside me.
"Thanks," I reply, hesitating before adding, "Sophia, what if... what if I'm meant to stop something that hasn't happened yet?"
She looks at me, her expression thoughtful.
"I don't know," she says.
"But I do know that you're strong and capable, and whatever happens, we'll face it together."
I nod, taking a sip of the tea.
It's warm and soothing, but my mind is still racing.
I get up and start pacing around the room, picking up random objects only to set them down again.
The weight of my supposed destiny feels heavier tonight.
Sophia watches from my bed, her chemistry textbook forgotten beside her.
I stop pacing and look at her.
"I don't know if I'm ready for this," I say quietly.
She sets her book aside and stands up, taking my hands in hers.
Her touch grounds me, but I can't meet her eyes.
Instead, I stare at our intertwined fingers, noticing how steady her hands are compared to my trembling ones. She guides me to sit beside her on the bed, and I finally say the words that have been choking me all day.
"I don't know if I'm ready for this."
She squeezes my hands gently.
"Sophia, what if I'm not strong enough to do this?"
She squeezes my hands gently, her voice firm yet tender.
"Then we'll find the strength together, Alex, because you're not alone in this."
I stop pacing and sink onto the bed beside Sophia, our shoulders touching.
The evening light casts long shadows across my bedroom floor as I stare at our intertwined hands.
My heart races when she shifts closer, her familiar lavender scent filling my senses.
I try explaining how the weight of destiny feels like a physical pressure in my chest, but the words tangle in my throat.
Sophia's fingers squeeze mine gently, and I turn to face her.
Her eyes meet mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch.
