Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

He just reached into his pocket after a moment and handed me a handkerchief. I took it with a quiet, grateful nod. The tears came freely then, soft at first, then a little heavier, like everything I had been holding back since the morning finally found its way out. It wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic, just… steady. And then, eventually, it passed. I wiped my face, exhaling slowly as I tried to pull myself back together again. “I’m sorry,” I said after a moment, my voice quieter than usual. “I’m not usually like this.”

I run towards him. "Hi, Zeke," I greeted but he's just deadpan. I took his handkerchief out of my pocket and give it back to him. "Thank you for letting me borrow this—" "Just keep it, I don't use something that's been used by someone. "He uttered and left me. I gulped as I drop my gaze off to the handkerchief in my hand. I feel like there's something clogged on my throat and later I found out, tears already streaming down to my visage. I laughed in bitterness. Why am I expecting by the way?

"It's physics. You're losing body heat." She looked down at the grave marker at his feet. "Your mother?" she asked gently. Cyprian nodded once, stiffly. The girl didn't offer empty platitudes. She didn't say 'I'm sorry' or 'She's in a better place.' She reached into her purse. She pulled out a handkerchief. It was white silk, embroidered with a small blue violet. She held it out. "Take it," she said. Cyprian stared at the cloth. "I'm not crying. It's the rain."

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

“Take it out for me.” “If it’s a toy, I’m not using it on myself.” “It makes me sad. I didn’t think to put a toy in there. Take it out.” I stared at him curiously for a moment, then reached forward and popped open the glove box. Inside lay only a neatly folded white handkerchief. I picked it up and stretched it toward him. “This?”

I could feel the tears threatening to spill again, but I forced them back, pressing my lips together until they hurt. Alex glanced at me once, his jaw tight, and without a word he reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief. Tiny embroidered blue roses lined the edges. He held it out to me without looking. My fingers brushed against his as I took it, and for a second, the warmth of his skin against mine made something flutter painfully in my chest. I dabbed my face quietly, whispering a soft “thank you” that he didn’t acknowledge. His eyes stayed on the road, his expression unreadable, but I felt the smallest flicker of comfort from the simple gesture.

I didn’t think it would hurt like this. It felt worse. Much worse. My fingers clutched the fabric of my scrubs as another wave of tears slipped down my cheeks. I tried to stop them, but they kept falling anyway. I lowered my head, pressing my lips together to keep myself from breaking down completely in the middle of the hallway. But no matter how hard I tried—the pain wouldn’t go away. It stayed there. Heavy. Crushing. It refused to let me breathe, even for a second. In the middle of my quiet sobbing, a faint movement in front of me made me pause. A hand came into view, holding out a neatly folded handkerchief.

Giselle lowered her head quickly and swiped her tears with the back of her hand. Suddenly, a large hand appeared in front of her, holding a neatly folded handkerchief. A low voice said, "Take this."

He teased me sweetly, he wiped my tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs; he paused slightly reaching for his pocket to fish out his handkerchief. A small smile reached my lips as he tenderly wiped the tears and snot on my face, and I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “Stop,” My head moved back, trying to dodge his hands, I tried to take the handkerchief from him. He refused to give it to me anyways, so I just leaned in, swallowing the embarrassment and I just allowed him to clean me up. “You’re such a crybaby. Look how swollen your eyes are.” His eyes inspect me, feature after feature and only when he was satisfied did, he let me go.

“You must have loved it very much.” I nodded. This handkerchief was the first gift I received after time looping. “But I ended up damaging it.” He paused for a moment, then spoke softly, “Even if this object is damaged, the feelings associated with it will never fade.” I turned to him. “Lyara, this handkerchief is merely a vessel for his love. So even if it’s damaged, his love won’t fade. And it seems your father won’t be angry just because you damaged it. He’ll be happy because this damaged handkerchief is proof that you cherish it so much you carry it with you everywhere you go,” he said. “If you ask him, he’ll definitely make a hundred more handkerchiefs to be your little companions.”