Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

Blake stopped in his tracks, took out a handkerchief from his jacket, and gently wiped the tears on her small face. Avery's gaze lightly fell on his handkerchief, which just so happened to be a square pattern. In today's era, when using tissue wipes was common, there were very few people who used handkerchiefs. "You still use a handkerchief?" Avery did not understand and asked. Then, they saw Blake's expression turn slightly stiff, his arm slowly drooping down as the handkerchief was tightly grasped in his palm, full of wrinkles.

I was indeed crying. A wave of embarrassment hit me. I felt... weak. “I—I’m sorry,” I whispered, hastily wiping my cheeks. I didn’t want him to see me as someone who couldn’t handle her own mess. “This might work better,” he said gently, offering a handkerchief when the tears wouldn’t stop. I took it, cheeks burning, drying my face with trembling fingers. Do they all just carry handkerchiefs around? “And you don’t have to apologize for crying," he added. "Everyone does it sometimes.”

Although he has a sharp tongue, he seems to have a good heart. "I am giving you this handkerchief to wipe your tears because a woman crying in front of me is like an eyesore to me," said the man in a low voice. I reluctantly accepted his handkerchief and dried my tears with it. I have a runny nose so I used his handkerchief to blow and wipe my nose. I can't use my white uniform to wipe my nose for my cold because it will get dirty so I'm grateful that he offered me his handkerchief. "Thank you for your handkerchief. After I wash it, I will return this to you immediately."

“I’ll help you. But those two guards and the maid—it won’t be easy to get past them.” I nodded quickly, clutching the edge of my skirt. “I know. Just… please. Do whatever you can. I’ll handle the rest.” For a moment, she just looked at me, her lips pressed into a thin line as if she were silently debating what to do. Then, without another word, she pulled a small handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to me. “Here,” she said gently. “Wipe your tears. You’ll need to look calm if you want this to work.”

The touch broke the dam I'd been desperately holding back. I started crying. Not gentle tears, but ugly, gasping sobs that shook my entire body. "Shit." Jason's eyes went wide with panic. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have-" He fumbled in his jacket pocket and pulled out a gray handkerchief, pressing it into my hands. "Here, use this. Please, don't cry. I'm sorry." I took the handkerchief and pressed it to my face, trying to muffle the sounds of my breakdown. "I'm sorry " I managed to gasp out. "I just couldn't help it."

Martin’s voice comes behind me as I close my eyes. ‘I don’t have time for you, Martin,” I say, turning around to open the door, but he hands me a handkerchief. My eyes dart between his hand and then to his face. “Come on. I wouldn’t hurt you. Especially since you also ripped out Xavier’s hands.” The corner of his lips turns up in a smile as I swallow hard. “Take it. You look like shit” he moves closer, and I take it, wiping my tears. “Thank you,” I whisper, and he shrugs

His other hand moved slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears with something soft. A handkerchief. I felt the fabric dab gently at the corners of my eyes, catching the streams I hadn’t even realized were still falling. The scent of the cloth lingered, clean, like freshly washed clothes and something darker, almost metallic. Then he dropped it into my lap like I was trash. And then… I heard footsteps. Retreating. He was leaving. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the whole purpose, to scare me. Humiliate me. Remind me I had no power. No hope.

He let go of her wrist and looked at her, "It's just, why don't you take the opportunity to ask clearly? It's too late to regret now." "I know . . ." At last she opened her mouth, bringing with it sobs, and moreover trying to hold back the bitterness. "Don't cry, other people will laugh when they see it." He handed her a square scarf. "I have too." She shook her head, reached into her sleeve, then froze for a moment, finally taking his handkerchief, "I lost it." He didn't say anything, just watched her silently wipe away the tears. The scarf is not made of soft silk like hers, but it has a frugal scent, making people's hearts truly peaceful.

I said while my tears fall. "That's the only thing that I am keeping for her. That will never change, Joenabell. I know I am selfish, but I just want to hold into it like the way she holds unto my mint green handkerchief until she died. I want to do the same thing for her," My miserable face can't manage to meet his face. He mentions the green handkerchief, so it must have been buried with my body in the ground. **SOBS**SOBS**

He looked a bit too perfect to be real. “Yes, yes I can.” She quickly tried to wipe away her tears and felt so embarrassed on the inside because she hated crying in front of other people, especially a man she just met. “I think you may need this.” The older man handed her over a piece of handkerchief and she took it to wipe away her tears. “Your handkerchief is dirty now, I should probably wash it and return it to you later once it’s clean.” She innocently spoke. “It’s fine, you can take your time. Don’t worry about the handkerchief, I can always get more.” He replied casually as he turned his attention to the house.