Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

Keven immediately handed over a clean white handkerchief. Cedrick took the handkerchief and wiped each finger slowly and carefully. It was like he was wiping something dirty off his fingertips. After that, he casually threw the handkerchief as if it was trash. It fell onto Evelyn's face. Evelyn's face was completely covered by the handkerchief, and it was impossible to see her expression, but judging from her trembling shoulders, she was going crazy.

All my time in this mansion with him has made me realize that he is not the kind of person that lets things and people who have wronged him go easily. But the way he sounded was just so motivating that I almost lost myself and did something that I would have surely regretted. I didn’t know when tears started to pour from my eyes, it was when he took out the handkerchief out of his pockets and daped it lightly on my face that I knew I was crying.

My vision blurry with tears, I could only make out the outline of a person who walked in after me. “Do you need a shoulder to cry on? I could help.” I didn’t even think twice as I buried my face into the nook of the stranger’s neck, wrapping my fingers around his waist and sobbed. I sobbed so hard I became a slobbering mess but I didn’t care. My reputation could go to hell too. “There, there,” his gentle voice crooned. “Let it all out.” When I was done, he handed me a handkerchief which smelled like cedar wood.

One teardrop fell on my hand followed by another. "Here you go." I heard and I looked up my wet eyelashes to see a white hanky being stretched to me. I looked up at Maverick who was looking away but was still stretching his handkerchief to me. "My arm is aching me." He said again and I snatched the handkerchief from him. Immediately I brought the handkerchief close to my face, the scent of Freshly Peeled Tangerine filled my nose and I smiled. "Sorry. Excuse me." I said and cleaned my tears with the handkerchief then I took it to my nose and blew whatever was in my nose into the handkerchief.

As the tears continued to stream down my face, the driver handed me a handkerchief and gently asked, "Are you okay?" I couldn’t respond right away. I took the handkerchief and wiped my tears, finally saying, "Yes, just keep driving, please." The weight of the moment felt heavy on my shoulders. Life is so strange; I was happy just a moment ago, and now I was sobbing over the guy who once made me smile.

“What if they don’t want me back? What if they hate me for leaving?” I sighed, leaning my forehead against hers. “Then we remind them of the truth. That you didn’t choose to leave. That the sickness chose for you. And that you’re choosing now to come back.” She broke into tears then, soft and soundless. I let her cry. She’d earned that right. I reached into my coat pocket and handed her my monogrammed handkerchief. “Don’t ruin that. It’s the only one I brought.” She laughed, a wet, ridiculous noise that made me chuckle with her.

He was also wearing a nice comfortable light black weighted round toe sneakers. He could have been a celebrity, like those Korean actors on TV. “You can use this to wipe away those tears, if you don’t mind.” His voice was the most sexy goddamn thing I have ever heard. Just kill me. I took it from him. “Thank you,” I muttered. “You’re welcome,” he said and continued smoking his cigarette. “Go on, act like I’m not here.” He was quite a gentle dude. I took the handkerchief and wiped away my tears.

A few steps away from the gate of the house, she felt a grip on her hand as she was about to cross the road. She turned back to see in handkerchief before her. Raising her head, she confirmed that the hand that had held out the handkerchief to her was not different from whom she had thought it to be. They were the same hands that had offered her a handkerchief the first time she needed them too. Accepting the handkerchief, she used it to dry the tears by the corner of her eyes but no sooner did she do that did it trigger the others that had been held back in.

The paper is the same color as the box but I keep it folded and wait for them to pull out what is in it. “It’s… fabric.” A frown lines my face as I walk over to look. It is fabric. Yards and yards of the Moon’s tears fabric. I unfold the card as my heart begins to race in my chest and there are only two words, “I’m sorry.” An obsidian rose bleeds onto the paper from where my hold on it tightens.

I'm embarrassed because my eyes are puffy. He grabbed something from his pocket and then handed it to me. A white hanky with embroidered flowers and butterflies. Weird. I wanted to ask Marcus if he was gay but the timing was wrong. Also, is there a gay person who is a good kisser? I still remember our scene at the bar last night. Both of my cheeks suddenly felt hot every time I remembered those scenes. I accepted the handkerchief he gave me and simply wiped the tears that soaked my cheeks. In fairness, his handkerchief smells good. It smells like downy passion.