Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"Uhm... there is a history of bad breakups," Sarah replied, not wishing to blame Terance for them remaining, where they were, or for her choice to stay. If she had been truly selfish as she believed herself to be, she would not have had any scruples over, what her brother might think. But in her wretched, ice-cold heart there were memories of former affection and love. They held her in place. 

"Truth to be told, I never suggested it. Leaving together. And leaving on my own now or going elsewhere would not make much of a difference," she mused. "I have an option between dying within the pack with at least one person weeping over my dead body or dying somewhere all on my own," and here she smiled. "I don't believe that as a rotting corpse I will care, but I find the first option a bit better."