Stone Circle Love from the other side of the apocalypse

Maybe it was best that she leave.
She felt her own sadness permeating the air around them, felt it infecting Bjarna. Through tears, she watched her sickness wrap itself around her sister, a quiet gentle thing and only more insidious for it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Love was meant to bring joy. It was meant to make their lives brighter. Reverie did not feel bright now; she felt dim and fading, she felt suffocated and sad and guilty, and Bjarna was suffering for it. The girl needed light, Kvarsheim needed light, and Reverie's only seemed to come alive when she stepped past their borders and forgot her promise to them. Home had become a trap; home meant facing shirked responsibilities and quiet moments to think entirely too much about how everything might go wrong.
She wondered if she would really be happier if she left, and that was when the tears slowed. She looked at Bjarna and wondered what it would be like to have to stand at the border and call for her and wait. An outsider, looking in. Do you ever want to leave? Reverie asked abruptly, voice breaking. She knew Bjarna wouldn't understand but she couldn't stop herself. Leave Kvarsheim, all of it.