Yeah. When I got up this morning, I didn't expect how the day would turn.

I didn't even think I would fall into someone's arms, shedding feelings and tears I had kept locked inside for years.

I hadn't realized how much I needed to say the painful memories out loud, to share them and get them out of me.

That's why they got out as a torrent of tears while he held me tight, and upright, keeping me from falling.

Until now, they had always been too heavy, they had always given me the feeling that if I tried to throw them away from me, they would pull me with their weight, and I'd be obliterated with them.

Oliver didn't allow their weight to snatch me from his embrace and take me with them. He held me in place.

Oliver held me whole when the painful memories exploded in me, threatening to shatter me in pieces.

Oliver helped me to my feet. Although I hadn't fallen now. No. With my mother's last fall, I too had fallen, and I had never risen.

Until now.

Until...

Oliver

***

"I'm sorry". I said, lifting my head from Oliver's chest.

"No problem. Are you better now?"

I thought before answering. Was I better!?

Part of the constant heaviness in my chest that had been with me for five years was gone. It still hurt, but I also felt a little lighter.

"I don't know", I replied bluntly. "Honestly, there's something different." I sniffed, reached into my winter coat pocket to pull out the handkerchiefs pack I always carry, and added, "I guess after a while I'll sense if I'm really better."

I took a handkerchief from the pack and turned my back on Oliver, blowing my nose loudly. Did it sound so noisy before or I decided to play a symphony just in front of him!?

I wiped my nose, folded the handkerchief, and stuffed it in my pocket. I turned to him.

"Sorry!", I said embarrassed.

"Everything is fine. The important thing is that you are okay now", he replied.

I didn't say that I had just apologized to him, because I thought I was blowing my nose too loud. I did NOT want to delve into this topic.

"Do you want to talk about what you just told me?", Oliver asked.

I shook my head, "No. We'd better change the subject or your coat will get soaking wet because of my tears." Why did I say that! "Anyway. Let's talk about something else."

And once more my cheeks got tomato red. He just nodded and smiled sweetly.

"Earlier, before the butler came, I wanted to tell you something", Oliver said.

"Yes. But I was a little angry and I didn't leave you. I'm sorry!", I said embarrassed.

"That's exactly what I have to apologize to you for! I offended you and made you angry with my mood switch. I'm really sorry!" I nodded, and he continued,"the point is that... my brother is very worried about the ring, and when he's not well, I don't feel okay either."

"I see", I replied, and approached him.

I really understood. I knew this feeling very well - when the person you love is not well, their pain and worries become your pain and worries.

"The point is that...", he tried to continue but something seemed to be holding him back.

"What's up?", I asked.

"I didn't want to say anything earlier because we were both under pressure anyway, but now..." he smiled, "After we got off the lift the dynamics were different between us and... now I feel it right to share it with you, and you have to know anyway so..."

"So?! Oliver just spill the beans, please!", I said.

"The ring is very valuable and I'm not talking about its financial value, but the sentimental one. Edward took the ring from Bella secretly. It belonged to her grandmother. Bella always wanted one day this ring to be her engagement ring because she lost her grandmother who was everything to her - both mother, and father; and so she wanted not only to keep her close by wearing it, but also to know that at such an important moment in her life, her grandmother was also present", Oliver said in one breath.

"Oh!", was all I could say. "We have to find this ring!"

"Yes. We must! Edward just wanted to fulfill her dream but I messed it all up, and I may hurt her awfully instead. That's why I'm so worried", he confessed.

I reached for him and squeezed his hand, "We'll find it. I promise!"

I didn't know how to keep my promise now but it was incredibly important to do so. Both for Oliver, and for Isabella. I could imagine how she would feel if that ring disappear for good. And I could not let that happen! It was my fault, and I'd do anything to find it!

The door to the cabin opened and the butler appeared once again.

Hope quickly rose in me, but it evaporated even faster when I saw his face.

"Mr. Harris will finish his meeting in half an hour. Then he will have lunch and after lunch he will see you for 5 minutes", the butler said, went inside and closed the door without waiting for an answer from us.

"Well", Oliver said, "At least he didn't send us away. That's something."

We both smiled nervously at each other and stared silently at the door of the hut.

"I hope the ring is here!"