I've pushed doorbells all my life. Why is it that this one just so happens to be the hardest one to commit to?

The world's Great Blooming marked a significant point for many people, myself included. We got a second chance to live life for what it truly was meant for, and after the hellscape that was nearly 10 years living off the scarce land, I wouldn't have pushed this opportunity away for anything in the cosmos.

Long before that, however, I argue I was even more careless. I was a simple delivery man with not much going for me. My philosophy back then was easy: If you can do it, don't push it. I didn't ask for more than a standard wage, an easy job and a single life.

None of my superiors ever asked much from me, but that certainly didn't stop them from exploiting my yes-man attitude. With each passing day, I began to grow more aware that I was doing too much work for what I was paid, and the moment I finally got the guts to bring it up, it was too late. Months later, I was laid off. I would have pushed everyone away if it wasn't for the woman I met at work, who helped me so much during that harsh time.

Unfortunately, It wouldn't be for long. The Primal Reset occurred, and as quickly as I was thrust into another place in the world entirely, my chances of finally living the comfortable life I wanted were pushed away by the wind. For those 10 years, I wandered the world, hoping to find that woman again, surviving off whatever I could find. Sure was exciting, but it sucked...

As if by cruel luck, once I did get back somewhere familiar, the Great Blooming occurred, somehow pushing me again somewhere else. I'm thankful this time it was only to the next town over... One taxi back to my house and a quick internet search later, and I find myself miles from home again... but this time for a reason. One that I should have done all those years ago.

...I gulped in fear as I finally pushed the doorbell.

I hope she remembers me after all this time.