Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

I nodded, unable to say a word for the fear of my words failing me. "No, you don't." He shook his head slowly. "Your eyes look puffy, like you have been crying." He gave a sad smile and I slowly felt the tears gather in my eyes again. I quickly wanted to use my palms and clean off the tears, but his hand held mine stopping it from touching my face. "Here." He said, offering me a handkerchief with his other hand. "Thank you." I finally let the tears freely pour out as I cleaned them away.

Without taking a look at my face I know that my eyes are swollen. "I’m sorry." I sniffled between words. "You are apologizing for crying?" He asked handing out his handkerchief. Even when he’s been nice he looks emotionless. I wipe my tears with it and blew my nose. "No, I am apologizing because I messed up your jacket. And well your handkerchief too." This jacket nearly soaked up my tears. "You can keep the handkerchief, I don’t use it anyways. And as for the jacket, you did mess up my jacket and It’s my favorite but-" He breathed out "You need the jacket more than I do."

the harsh voice said to me. I looked up, and all I could see were the deep maroon eyes staring at me sharply. It felt like these pairs of eyes could see right through me. He smelled of sweet spices and he had a dominating aura around him. He raised a brow as he noticed how hard I stared. "I'm so sorry" I kindly apologized and excused myself but he held my hands and handed me an handkerchief with a T symbol engraved on it. "Wipe your tears" he said coldly before walking away.

I dried my tears and stood up straight. "What are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes and he laughed. He was annoying! "Here, I only had a handkerchief," he said and gave it to me. It was colored blue and the design? Haha, it was very manly, plain yet cool. I didn't know if I would get it from him, but he never put down his hand and I get it. "Thank you," I said and there he goes again, laughing. Is he laughing in my situation? I groaned secretly.

She futilely tried to wipe them away with her palms, but they continued to fall, a testament to her overwhelming emotions. Ted, witnessing Vivian's anguish, gently extended his handkerchief towards her, offering a gesture of comfort and support. "Here, take it," he said softly, his voice laced with remorse. Vivian glanced at the handkerchief, her tear-filled eyes meeting Ted's. She shook her head, declining his offer. "No, thank you," she managed to whisper, her voice choked with sadness and disappointment.

Watching my scooter turn into such wreckage was just as painful as losing a pet or a loved one. "Here," He offered me a handkerchief. It had his name inscribed on it. ASH G. I hesitated and he forced it into my hands. "Wipe your tears." Was it really okay for me to use something as expensive as this for my tears? Would he punish me after I use it? I glanced at him but his eyes were on the road. Slowly, I brought the handkerchief to my face, dabbing away my tears. "Thanks," I stretched it back to him.

I gently pressed my eyes with the handkerchief as I tried to wipe the tears. “Oh, I’m not sad.” Then I pulled down the handkerchief and gave my personal guard a smile. “In fact, I’m happy.”

Just a clean, stark white handkerchief extended toward me from his dark-sleeved arm. Silently and unrushed. That one small gesture carried more weight than any words. His eyes held no judgment, just quiet understanding. It gave me permission to break. I took it. Pressed it to my face. Let the sobs come, low and muffled. The world...its chaos, deadlines, and disappointments, faded to a background hum. In this pocket of time, I allowed myself to unravel. By the time the tears ran dry, I felt wrung out and strangely lighter. I pulled the handkerchief away, wiping at the last traces, and took a deep, shaky breath before looking up.

There was suddenly a handkerchief in front of me, and I took it without thinking. “Wipe your tears before the girls see,” he said somewhat coldly. I dabbed my nose and wiped my cheeks and eyes with the silver-black square, thinking the handkerchief matched its owner: expensive and unexpressive. “I’ll wash this and get it back to you,” I said, putting it in my purse. “That’s not necessary. Just put it in with your clothes.”

I muttered his name, "Wade." WADE'S POV "Wade, " Sophia muttered, my name. How I miss her angelic voice. "Do you have any plans to take the handkerchief? My hands were already getting sore. " "O-oh, I'm sorry," she stammered, because she seemed to be in a state of shock to see me. She took the handkerchief and wiped away her tears. I wish I could be the handkerchief she's clutching right now because I desperately want to wipe her tears. But no matter how much I want to do that, I can't. I can't. She wiped away her tears while she continued to cry.