Watermelon Sorbet

[wyatt liam graves]

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we're smiling but we're close to tears

He wasn't sure if what he was doing was the right thing. There was a reason Wyatt had taken the steps to divorce Sally and that was for his kids. He couldn't have his babies around her while she was drunk or came home wasted out of her mind. It was healthy for them and even though he would have stuck around for her before the kids, his priorities changed when they were born. They were the ones he had to look out for now, not Sally. Sally was an adult and should have been ware of the crap she was getting herself into. His kids needed him so he decided to keep them away from her. He wanted to raise them in a clean household, not one that would eventually come undone at the seams. But there he was, willing to give her another chance.

He missed her even though he wasn't going to admit it to himself. Sally had been the best thing that had ever happened to him after the birth of his babies. He wasn't sure what had happened to have made her snap. Sometimes he couldn't help but blame himself for what happened and that guilt was eating at his insides everyday. Maybe he'd been too rough on her? Whatever it was, he'd lost her and he hated himself for not being able to make her happy. But he couldn't think like that anymore. He had two beautiful babies and all of his effort had to go into making sure they had the best he offer them.

Pulling into the parking lot, Wyatt texted Sally telling her they were there and they'd wait for hr inside. He took his boys out of their car seats and carried one in each arm. As soon as the saw the colors of the parlor, they shrieked in excitement and he immediately grinned and chuckled Even if they couldn't talk just yet they sure knew how to get their points across.

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[sally angela schraft]

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Sally ran her fingers nervously through her dark hair. She’d been waiting for this text to come and when her phone vibrated, on it’s last bar, she read it and immediately started to their designated meeting spot. Her heart pounded with anticipation at the thought of seeing her boys again. She missed them. As much of a tough act she put on, she was crying inside over the loss of her family. But she couldn’t stop. As much as she loved partying, it was the drugs that kept her in this lifestyle, the heroin addiction which seemed to run rampant through the Schraft family. Taking a breath, Sally slid the needle that had cost her her family into her skin, feeling the familiar pinch and injecting the drug into her vein. It was the only way she know how to function anymore, the only way she’d be able to hold her babies without her hands shaking.

For the last God knew how long, Sally had been crashing on her friend Molly’s couch. Thank God for the woman or Sally might be prostituting herself out right now for a place to sleep and some drugs to keep her sane. It had been a late night and looking in the mirror, it showed. Sally splashed water over her face, cleaning herself up and doing her best to cover her lifestyle up with make-up and a long sleeve cover. It was hot in Miami this time of year and the normal fashion for ladies was a bikini top under a pair of shorts and a tank, a fashion which Sally conformed to right up until she pulled a long sleeve cover over her to hide the track marks on her arms.

The ice cream parlor they had agreed to meet at wasn’t too far from her which was a good thing because Sally was currently not only jobless but she was carless too. With her arms crossed over her chest, she crossed through the middle of the street to the colorful building, sighing with relief as she entered the air conditioned establishment and looking around for her ex-husband but more importantly, for her twins. Smiling for her boys, she made her way over there and slid into a seat, her attention fully on her sons. They loved her no matter how fucked up. The man that was sitting across from her, he was an entirely different story.

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[wyatt liam graves]

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we're smiling but we're close to tears

Wyatt sat there with his boys waiting for their mother to show up. He could swear that he felt his heart grow for them every time they looked at him. They were the only things that kept him going everyday and pushed him to reach out to Sally. He didn't have a right to keep them away from her and he didn't want to. He wanted his kids to grow up with a mother that loved him and he didn't doubt that she did. If she could only get over her addictions and bad habits they could go back to being a family. There wouldn't be a reason for him to keep her away and he'd have his Sally back. It might have seemed like he'd lost interest in her over the past year but it was quite the opposite. She was always on his mind and knowing the condition she was living in killed him but she had t do it on her own; he needed to take care of his kids.

When he watched his ex-wife walk into the parlor, his heart dropped. It was hard to ignore the way he felt about her and being so cold towards her killed him. The only reason he was being so hard on her was because he wanted something in her to click, maybe it would help her realize what was happening. "Keep an eye on them. I'll get ice cream," He said flatly, pushing back his seat and getting up to stand in the line. He watched her from where he stood and observed her with the boys. She was still beautiful, still his Sally on the outside, but it was the inside that scared him. She wasn't the girl he'd fallen in love with and married; she was something entirely different.

After ordering all their favorites, he walked back to the table and sat down, putting the small one scoop cups in front of his sons and handing each one a spoon and then handed Sally her ice cream. If she hadn't completely changed on him, rainbow sherbet was what she always used to pick. "So, how have you been?" he asked her, not really looking at her but looking past her. Their eyes meeting would only cause him to hate himself even more for their situation.

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[sally angela schraft]

[style=font-family: homemade apple; font-size: 16px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; color: #111; line-height: 99%]and I want to live, not just survive

[/style][style=font-family: happy monkey; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align:center; color: #111; line-height: 99%]don't you know you're everything I have?

Sally ran her fingers nervously through her dark hair. She’d been waiting for this text to come and when her phone vibrated, on it’s last bar, she read it and immediately started to their designated meeting spot. Her heart pounded with anticipation at the thought of seeing her boys again. She missed them. As much of a tough act she put on, she was crying inside over the loss of her family. But she couldn’t stop. As much as she loved partying, it was the drugs that kept her in this lifestyle, the heroin addiction which seemed to run rampant through the Schraft family. Taking a breath, Sally slid the needle that had cost her her family into her skin, feeling the familiar pinch and Sally had no illusions to how her ex-husband felt about her. She was sure he hated her and regretted everything about her. In Sally’s mind, he regretted everything from the day he said hi to her all the way to taking her virginity and even getting her pregnant with the twins. Why else would he had filed for divorce and taken away the most important things in her life? Sure she was using but instead of helping her, he’d abandoned her. Sally didn’t resent him and she couldn’t bring herself to regret him. While she doubted that he regretted his sons, Sally was sure that he wasn’t a fan of them being half hers. If he had his way, he’d probably have had them with someone like Molly. She was perfect wasn’t she? All smiles and happiness, always supportive of her man, always trying to do what was best for him. She was the perfect girlfriend and wife while Sally was just Sally, jealous, vengeful and sweet on occasion.

Her eyes followed him as he got up and walked away. It wasn’t something she could help, she had to look him over, check him out. He looked a little thinner since last she saw him, a little more worn, a little tired. Sighing, Sally averted her attention before he could catch her. Carefully she picked up one of her boys and set him on her lap. That felt better than any drug. She kissed his head, cooing lightly to him, meanwhile petting her other son’s hair affectionately. ”How are my boys? My big boys.” She said, repeating similar sentiments over and over till she saw Wyatt turn, balancing their four cups in his hands. She’d have offered to pay but no one wanted a druggie for an employee so she was money-less. In fact, this would be the only thing she’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours.

As the rainbow colored ice cream found its way in front of her, Sally’s lips turned upwards in a smile which she couldn’t hide, even with her face downturned, it showed. Everything about her said ”you remembered” and the sentiment obviously meant something to the young mother. But she tried to hide it. He hated her remember? She wasn’t going to flaunt that he still had he heart. She didn’t need it broken anymore. Using the same tactic of not looking directly at him so her heart didn’t break further over her loss, she ate the ice cream quietly until he spoke. Hesitating, Sally shrugged. ”Still alive.” she said like it was no big deal, adding in a silent ’but I’m barely breathing’

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