Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

the man looks like feel embarrassed too he simply and slowly take the handkerchief and Cindy smiled secretly. "After today please don't cry again because it's just useless, you know all of the people in this world have their problems but you can't solve them with your tears and be carried away to feel stressed it's better if you just focus on thinking positive always. It is okay to cry sometimes to let it out just for a short time but when I see you I think you seem crying for a long time. You should cheer up and find a solution it cants help if you just stay in a place alone and torture yourself because, in the end, you are the one who will suffer. I give that handkerchief so your tears wil

The Aaron I knew as Lana would never see a woman cry and not show any sympathy. The man- My thoughts faded as he brought a handkerchief from his pocket. It was red, and the recognition of it did more to me than whatever he had been doing the past few days. I opened it and found my embroidery on it. 'Lana' is written in beautiful cursive writing. Why does he still have this? "T-this-" "Wipe your tears." He took the piece of clothing from me. "Never mind." He coldly said as he dabbed my tears with it on his own. "You're going to make people think that I'm treating you badly." He stated.

She felt the tears welling up again. “How could he not be?” He smiled at her. She inhaled a deep breath and stared down at her hands. “Thanks. Sorry about the crying. I don’t usually do that.” She went to hand him his expensive handkerchief back. “Keep it.” He laughed and scrunched his nose. It made his face look adorably cute. Mandy giggled and stuffed it in her pocket. “I’ll buy you a new one.” “I think I can afford to lose one.” He chuckled, probably happy to see she wasn’t crying anymore and then pressed the emergency stop button again for them to go up.

Why can't I be happy for once? Someone stretched an handkerchief to me and I looked up with my teary eyes to see Samantha. "I knew something like this was going to happen so I didn't stay at prom for too long. Although I'm a bit late, I would have thought those people that made you cry a big lesson. Here, have it" she said placing the handkerchief in my palm making me burst into more tears "Stop crying. I didn't give you the handkerchief so you could cry more, I gave you to wipe you tears" she said pulling me up

Sharlene wiped Scarlett's tears away with a smile. “Take care of our family, Scarlett; you’re my only baby…” Sharlene forced a smile and looked at her grandchildren. “Please give your grandmother a hug…” While crying, the children hugged their grandmother. “Grandma!” Sharlene smiled and looked at Scarlett, who was still crying and clutching her hand. “After this, be happy…” said Sharlene as she closed her eyes and let go of Scarlett’s hand. “No, Grandmother!”

His hand hovered awkwardly in the air. Then, slowly, he stepped forward and gently pulled her into his arms. He smelled even better up close. God, Ryan, focus. “It’s okay,” he whispered. He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a clean, folded handkerchief. Who even carries those anymore? Ryan wiped her eyes, sniffing loudly. So attractive. “I’m so sorry. I’m a mess. My emotions are just... everywhere today.” “It’s okay,” he assured her, and then he smiled.

Even here in the park, surrounded by people strolling, laughing, and making noise, none of it compared to the noise of Carlos's words branded into my thoughts. I wiped at the tears streaming endlessly down my face. It felt like they would never stop. Like I had an endless supply of them. A hand holding a handkerchief appeared in front of me. I sighed before lifting my gaze to the man offering it. "Take it, or I'll do it for you," he said. I smiled faintly at that and took the handkerchief from him. "There isn't any snot on this, is there?" I teased. "Yuck," he muttered, grimacing.

That must be why he knows so much about what happened. “I’m sorry, by the way,” his voice takes a gentle edge as he adds, “about your loss.” My hand reaches down instinctually to my belly. The baby. My baby. The only baby I was likely to ever have, now gone forever because of what those brutes did to me. A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by another. “Why aren’t you at home,” he hands me a fancy-edged piece of monogrammed linen. A personalized handkerchief? I didn’t realize people still carried these. It is a touch of old-fashioned charm that adds another level of mystery to the gentleman sitting next to me.

"You don't have to explain anything to me, Lena. It's clear you’ve got something going on, and we all need space to breathe sometimes and clear our heads. So don’t worry, your secret's safe with me." He nudged me lightly with his elbow, a playful gesture that made us both laugh despite the heaviness in my chest. Then he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulled out a crisp white handkerchief embroidered with subtle initials and handed it to me. "You look pretty scary right now," he teased, eyes twinkling. "You might want to wipe those tears before you frighten off the investors." I managed a genuine smile, taking the soft fabric from him. "Thank you sir," I murmured, dabbing c

He didn't know whose it was, all he knew was that he needed it. When Jean still didn't take the handkerchief, he went in front of her. "Don't cry anymore, excessive crying is not good."he said softly and then carefully wiped the tears from the girl's cheeks. "Whoever.. I mean whoever is there is not happy to see you sad and crying, You know he is lucky to have you." he glanced at the tomb in front of them. "L-let me." Jean took the handkerchief and wiped her own tears with it.