Cry Now Smile Later Drawings Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up.

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

His bright eyes sparkled with pride. “Of course, my love.” I said with a warm smile. Kneeling beside him to help him secure his artwork in the perfect spot on the wall. When I finally saw what he had drawn—a family. My breath hitched. There they were—five stick figures, their arms outstretched, smiles drawn wide with bold crayon strokes. A sun beamed down from the corner, and flowers dotted the grass below their feet. “Daddy,Yandrich, Mommy, Daddy Nick, and Mommy Ally!” He announced proudly, tapping each figure with a finger.

He was still gentle, still cautious but his smile felt like it was borrowed from a man who'd lost his joy. Later, Sami came to me in the backyard with a crumpled piece of paper and held it up like treasure. "Look," he said with that rare smile of his. "It's us." I carefully unfolded the sheet of paper. It was a children's drawing. It was crooked, colorful, and precious. Adam, Sami, and me and the extreme left. I was holding Sami's hand and we were standing in front of a sun with long yellow beams. Above us, he'd scribbled "My family."

Masterpiece complete. I shoot him a glare before grabbing my phone, flipping the camera to selfie mode. My eyes widen. ”RICH!" I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. Because staring back at me is the most obnoxiously crude drawing I have ever seen. A very detailed... "You drew a dick on my face." Rich falls back onto the bed, howling with laughter. ”Not just a dick, sweetheart, it’s a work of art! Look at the shading! The realism!”

Her lines make me smile. "You naughty girl. You know why my eyes are teary." I said and gave her a big smile. "Wow, what a combination !!!! Smile and tear together. But I don't like tears in your eyes. Not even for happiness." Iru said. Then she wipes out my tears and puts kisses on my eyes. "I love you. Well, I love these sketches. Now I want this in reality." I said.

A smile appeared on my face. I open the package. It was bath soap, lotions, and for some weird and unexplained reason, a drawing of me; every single detail, from the little, tiny hairs to the folds around my mouth when I smile. Now I feel bad for calling him a dick. He deserved it at that moment. How can someone so rude be so nice at the same time? Making my way to the kitchen, placing the box on the counter. Opening drawers one by one in search for a photo frame put the drawing in. Finally finding one. I place the photo in and place it on the coffee counter. I didn’t think there were still people that drew.

I return to him eagerly, peering over his shoulder at the drawing in front of him, my lips sliding into a grin. “It’s almost perfect,” I muse, reaching for the pencil in his hand. “May I?” He nods, handing it over as he slides the drawing my way. With a few flicks of my wrist, I add the finishing touches, my smile growing wider. “Now it’s perfect.” I slide it back to him, turning around and leaning my butt on the counter, folding my arms. “You’re gonna love this babe,” I chirp.

I couldn't hold back my tears and looked at the guy in front of me and I could see his worried eyes again like what I’ve seen earlier. “What’s wrong?!” He said. “Why is she crying?! Is it because of me not giving the drawing that I made because I think that she’s beautiful?” His thoughts said. Wait-- He drew me?! “Please don’t cry, here I’ll give it to you. It’s for you anyway. I’m just hesitating because it isn't finished yet but more than that-- I just don’t wanna see you cry. So, here take it” he said, then smiled at me. He gave me the paper and I saw a beautiful picture.

That would be so perfect. "Fuck! Can we have another round? Let's try again. Come on." He cursed and desperately asked for another chance. Hmm. "Nope, that's all for today, Cray. Better luck next time. And... Smile!" I replied and snapped a picture in which he seems like a lost puppy with his priceless loser face. "Can I get a consolation prize? Just a... Something... You know." He asked and pouted his lips like a frigging platypus, but a cute one.