Crying Behind Smile Novels & Stories

I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. I force a smile, but it's a hollow, mirthless thing, a mere shadow of a smile. It's a smile that says, "I'm not buying it," a smile that says, "I'm not impressed." Baekhoon's eyes seem to bore into my soul, as if searching for answers to questions I don't want to ask.

His eyes are glistening with tears. The second our eyes meet, he gives me the proudest smile I've ever seen. I press my hand over my heart before continuing across the stage. Greg doesn't even attempt to hide the tears. "They're happy tears," he mutters, wiping quickly at his eyes. Chase nudges him with a grin. "I thought racers weren't supposed to cry." "We're not." "So what are you doing?" Greg laughs through the emotion. "Being ridiculously proud of my wife."

" 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. . . 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 . . . 𝑰𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝒌𝒂� �� "

When she's deep in thought, she would hold her chin and squint like those mad scientists you see on TV. When she's making fun of you, she'll twist her lips. When she feels uncomfortable, she'll smile with tears glistening in her eyes. And when she feels sad, she will open her mouth and give you the most exaggerated smiles she could muster before running off to her room." He took a sip from his tea and continued, "She likes to cry a lot too. In fact, she'll cry even in the smallest of things, but she'll do her best to hide herself while she was doing so. She doesn't want others to see through her weaknesses, so she'll keep a smile on her face before she disappears right in front of you."

"You look very sad." I tried to smile but failed. I shook my head instead. As I did so, a tear slipped down my cheek. Finn reached out and caught the tear on his fingertip. He regarded it and then stared at me in some surprise. "But you are crying," he argued. "People don't cry unless they are sad." I sniffed, blinked, and quickly wiped my eyes. I tried laughing, but the sound sounded ghastly even to my own ears, so I stopped.

I forced a smile, sweet and effortless, hiding the fire that roared beneath my skin. “I’m leaving,” I said lightly. “So soon?” He asked. “Something came up,” I lied. Back home, the silence pressed down on me. I wandered into the kitchen, pulled out ice cream from the fridge, and carried it upstairs like a lifeline. I curled into my bed, pressing play on a comedy movie. The characters laughed, the laugh track roared, but I didn’t smile. Not once. The ice cream melted on my tongue without taste. I wasn’t watching to enjoy it, I was watching to drown the storm in my head.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

I looked my age, even if I didn't always act it. I stood before my large vanity mirror, admiring the smooth, rested face that looked back. Just because I didn't smile didn't mean I was a tyrant. Just because someone who offended me somehow disappears from the corporate landscape doesn't mean I was the one who did it. I simply didn't like smiling. It made my chest hurt, a dull ache I preferred to keep hidden. There was nothing to gain from explaining my genuine emotions to the fake people who populated my world and only wanted something from me. Then, watching my reflection, I smiled—a quick, genuine, private flash of amusement only my reflection ever saw. I gently touched my cheek.

Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

I was expecting him to be mad, because who am I to curse him, but He smiled, he smiled as if he knows how I feel, a comforting smile telling me that it’s gonna be alright. “Let it out.” He softly said while caressing my back “Let it out, to lighten your burden.” I cried even more because of what he said. “I’m sorry that you have to feel that way.” I can’t remember the last time I cried like this, I’m not a fan of these things, I’m not used to crying, so I don’t know why and how I cried like this in front of someone I really don’t want to see.