Fall Into Your Smile Novels & Stories

My hands slide down his arm and I take his hand in mine intertwining our fingers. "What are you doing?" I mentally scream at myself. "I don't know," I look down at our intertwined fingers then I look up at him. He was already looking me, smiling. I did a little mental victory dance. I didn't know I could do that to someone, make them smile when I barely did.

Mon cherie (smile) Yours is the smile I think about when I am sad and lost. Why wouldn’t I? You have one of those smiles which can warm me up during winter nights, can light up an entire room, is brighter than moon and stars combined. Also, it puts a smile on mine. “What do you think you are doing?”

he asked, and she smiled. "Well, actually I came from the sky and accidently had a crash landing which doesn't seem to be pleasant," she said, and we stared at her with a confused look. The silence and intensity in the room was really much. How on earth would she fall down from the sky? I had known that she fell from the sky but I couldn't believe that it wasn't my hallucination but it was the reality. Silence engulfed the room as we stared at her with a shock expression.

he said, breaking through the terse silence in my mind. “My smile is goofy.” “I love your goofy smile,” he corrected, smiling himself. “It’s infectious.”

The smile dropped from my face, my eyes narrowed as every thought of Jonathan floods into my mind. I hope you're enjoying yourself wherever the hell you are right now, Jonathan. I'll be making you regret for playing around with me, you son of a bitch! Just you wait.

There was Milli, my friend standing beside me and noticing my drooped down face. "Yeah! I am fine." Adjusting my viel, lifting up my face I answered correcting the withered face and trying to structure my lips in form of a smile. Smile is an action which has become foreign to my face, my lips seem to forget its natural laughter and now they struggle to even remember and fake it.

“Excuse you? When did I ask you to look out for me? And what exactly is with this funny attitude of yours? Since when did you care about what I do or what’s going on with me?” “Sometimes you just have to let go and smile! You can bring so much positive energy to a room just by smiling, but all you do is frown.” “Child, how dare you insult me! Are you saying I’m a negative influence?” “What? No, that’s not what I meant. I’m just saying you should calm down and smile more often.” “I don’t need advice from someone like you. If your precious smile can fix everything

Him and his smug faced janky looking girlfriend. “It is you!”, Estella said in mock disbelief. Her grating voice almost made my ears bleed. “Good morning Miss. Are you ready to place your order?”, l replied with a fake smile. Even though my insides were clawing in both pain and disgust by the mere sight of her. “Oh my god. I seriously can not believe it’s you!”, Estella continued. Completely ignoring my question. “Seriously. How hard is it to believe that it’s me? I’m right in front of you ain’t l ?”, l thought. As l continued to impressively hold my fake smile.

I chuckle, and for the first time, I see her full smile and her blushing. "Wow, your smile I breathtaking," I whisper. It was true. Hers is something that I never thought existed, and I am living all just for it. I can see her smile all day every day and still want to fall in love with her. "Is it possible to fall in love with a smile?" I raise a question. "I have never heard of that, but why not? Sure Alpha Sha,-" I raise my eyebrow and she stops midway and clears her throat. "I mean babe, you can fall in love with my smile, but I'd prefer that you fall in love with me instead." she finishes.

--- After class, I went with Lily and the others. We sat in a small café. It was warm inside. The smell of coffee filled the air. People were laughing. Talking. Sharing stories. At first, I just listened. But slowly… I started to talk too. Small things. Simple things. And I found myself smiling. A real smile. For the first time in days. “You should smile more,” Lily said. “You look different.” “Different how?” I asked. “Lighter,” she said. I paused. Lighter.