Happy Tears Handkerchief Novels & Stories

he asks calmly. I open my mouth to answer him but the words die on my tongue. Despair takes over me and tears slide down my cheeks. He reaches into his coat pocket and hands me a clean handkerchief. I take it and wipe my face dry with it. I keep it balled in my fist though because I’m not sure that I won’t cry again.

”I bit my lower lips to stop sobs from escaping my lips because we were in a public place and I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. “Here,take this.”Andrew handed me a handkerchief and I took it since I really needed it.”Thank you so much.”I wiped tears from my eyes. “I'm sorry about that,”I said with a smile after wiping tears from my eyes,”I will wash it for you before returning.”I informed Andrew. He held my hand on the top of the table and gave it a gentle squeeze.I looked at Andrew's hand on mine then slowly raised my head to look at him.

She saw that her daughter was hurt, yet she did not step out, at least just to look at her. After applying bandages, he sighed and packed the stuff. “Thank you,” she smiled at him, sniffing and moving to wipe her tears away. The boy held her wrists and shook his head. He pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of his shorts and put it in her small palms. “Use it. Your hands are dirty.” The girl nodded and wiped her tears with that piece of cloth. It smelled like sandalwood which was his signature scent but she could not catch it. She just knew it smelled pleasant.

So much for being dramatic this morning. “Here.” Caleb offers me a white handkerchief. “Thanks, but I can't take it,” I tell him politely. “I haven't used this one yet.” He picks up the nylon from the ground and shows me. “I just bought it this morning.” Though his kindness baffles me, I accept the handkerchief with a quiet “Thank You”. “It looks like you're coming down with something,” he says afterwards. “You'd freeze up after a while and then relax. Are you sure you don't need to go to the health centre?”

He got down on his knees on the floor in front of her and took out handkerchief from his pocket. He removed her hair from her face with one hand and lovingly wiped her tears with a handkerchief with the other hand. He cleaned her face and put the handkerchief on the table and took the glass of water and said to her forwarding glass towards her "drink water, you will feel better"

I must've looked pathetic. Davis didn't flinch. He didn't spout some awkward platitude or tell me everything would be okay. Instead, he crouched down to my level and met my eyes. "Want a handkerchief?" "I'm fine," I said again, voice cracking, turning away. Still unfazed, he pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from his breast pocket and held it out. "It's a man's greatest honor to wipe the tears of a beautiful woman." I hesitated, then took it. "Thanks…"

I can't form the words and I immediately begin to wipe my tears. I see him stretching out his hand and to my surprise, he's giving me a handkerchief. I realize that I don't have one, so I accept it, muttering a thanks. I begin to wipe my face and the handkerchief smells just like him. Soothing and peaceful. “Are you okay? Did somebody die?” There is a calm look on his face and he pushes his left hand into his pocket, while I slowly shake my head. “No one died, sir. I was just—” Why would he even think that I'm crying because someone died?

I was not lying when I realised how it was the most embarrassingly awkward moment of my life. Still in a daze I started picking up the bags but noticed a handkerchief lying on the floor. It was white, linen and had surprisingly clean with some intricate design print. I picked it and dabbed my eyes on the sides. While doing so, my eyes caught something printed on it. As I unfolded it I saw letter 'E' beautifully stitched on it, in black threads just like his black eyes. No doubt it was his. It could be his name. I am wiping my tears by the indirect help of the same person who made me cry.Hah the irony did not get lost on me

A wealthy woman born into a world where boundaries were invisible but ironclad. So I stayed where I was. Instead, I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and pulled out a clean white handkerchief. Linen. Monogrammed discreetly is an old habit picked up from years of working around people who noticed such things. I held it out to her. She looked at it for a moment as if she didn’t understand what it was. Then she took it with trembling fingers and pressed it to her face, the fabric quickly darkening with tears. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, though there was nothing to apologize for.

Seeing tears on his face felt wrong, like the world had tilted sideways. “Taylor…” My voice softened immediately. “Hey. What happened? Is it, was it because of what I said? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, I just…” He shook his head, hard, wiping at his face with the back of his sleeve. The gesture only smeared the tears more. I reached into my bag, fumbling for the handkerchief I always carried, and pressed it into his hands. “Here. Use this.” He hesitated, staring at the cloth like it was something fragile. Then he nodded, dabbing at his eyes. His shoulders trembled once before he managed to steady himself.