Clare POV

Nothing felt better then being with him, our fingers intertwined, his lips on mine, the way it felt like he was piercing my soul everytime he looked into my eyes. Everything had been perfect since we got back from winter vacation, Fitz was sent to live with his Grandma in PEI and althought we had new rules at school, it was basically the same. I was dating the best person i knew, my best friend. Elijah Goldsworthy. We spent long weekend days watching movies with Alli Drew and Adam, or driving aimlessley in his hearse, Morty, listening to Dead Hand and Alexis on Fire, more often then not we found ourselves laid up in my living room cuddling on the couch watching whatever was on TV and taking naps, like we were doing that day.

"oh my gosh Eli! your phone scared me!" I told him looking in the direction of the table where his phone was buzzing away.

"Sorry beautiful. go back to sleep" he replied laying a soft kiss on my forhead.

I settled back into him closing my eyes and getting ready to fall back into the nap i was enjoying when i heard a concerned sigh from behind me,

"something wrong?" i asked

"umm im not sure..."

"what do you mean? who was that?"

"Umm my sister... Liz" he replied hessitantly

"You...have a sister? How did this never come up in conversation Eli?" I wasnt mad exactly more shocked then anything else.

"Yeah, Liz, shes technically my half sister, my dad had her when he was young, 17 actually, and her mom didnt want anything to do with her, so she gave her to my dad, then my mom and dad got together and had me, and lets just say my mom and Liz didnt exactly...get along. she lived here untill her 18th birthday which was about, 10 years ago., Then she moved to Vancouver, and shes lived there ever since" he looked apologetic that he hadnt mentioned it, but more then anything he looked, sad.

"Oh, well, have you seen her since she moved?" I asked, I wasnt sure why but i needed to know everything, every detail

"yeah, were actually really close, weve had what she calls the monday wednesday friday 9 and 6 rule since she moved out there, Every monday, wednesday and Friday she expects an email from me when she wakes up at 9 am and i always have one at 6 pm. Weve never missed a day." he explained with a smirk thinking back over his childhood commitments.

"Ok, thats the most adorable thing ive ever heard, I dont want to bug you with this, but i just dont really see a problem, and yet you look, worried" As i said the last word i stroked his soft cheek and he looked down at me with his emerald eyes.

"I am" Those 2 words cut into my soul and i needed to know what was wrong.

"Why?"

"Its saturday" he explained matter of factly.