Chapter 10- Sadness for another

Pov- Ivy 

Its been a few hours since Mar's little freak-out even though it feels like that was months ago. We have continued our journey to give Mar closure, and that journey will soon come to an end. 

As we were walking Mar stopped dead in her tracks and said, "we're here." With that I turn and look to see Mar staring at a building that looked like your average suburban home. It was a house matching all the other houses in the neighborhood. One story white house with a garage attached to it. 

Mar freezes up while standing outside the house. I put my hand on her shoulder and say, "Whenever you're ready". We stand there for a while before Mar gather up the courage and headed to the front door. After a bit more suspence she slowly opens the door, and we walk inside. 

The inside is what you expect from an abandoned building, cobwebs were everywhere, and everything was covered by a layer of dust. To our right was a kitchen and to our left was a living room area of sorts. There were a few doors around the place, but it was pretty obvious where Mar's mother was even though we couldn't see her. The reason being that there was a rotten smell coming from behind on of the doors, one that could only come from a dead body. 

We slowly made our way over to what I assume is the garage door based on seeing the house from the outside earlier. Eventually, Mar can take the step and open the door and inside laying against a bike is who I assume to be Mar's mother. Mar breaks down in tears again which is understandable. For a long time, I wait but eventually Mar stops sobbing but still has a few tears running down her face. She walks up to her mother and hugs her and starts sobbing again. While this is happening even, I have a few tears running down my face, not because I was particularly sad about a person, I didn't know dying but because my first friend in a long time was going through so much pain, and I can't even help her. 

The rest of our time in the house blurred together for me. We spent a few days there so we could give her a proper funeral. We made her a grave and a tombstone. Finally, Mar gave her final words before we buried her. Mar has not been speaking much these last few days with grief having overtaken her. Though after the service she seems to have lightened up a bit, but still not to the level of the girl I first met in the bunker. 

As we prepared to head back to the bunker I asked Mar, "Anything you need before we head out?" To that question she gave me a thoughtful look before going over to the living room and grabbing a picture that was covered in dust but still you could tell it was a picture of Mar and her mom standing right in front of this house. I could tell with that she was set to go so I said, "Okay Mar, it's time to head back to our new home." 

With that we started heading back to what I hoped was a peaceful trip but when do I ever get what I want.