Hide Behind A Smile の小説・ストーリー

It’s enough to break the trance. “I have a private booth,” I whisper against his lips. “We can curtain it off.” His smile is pure alpha hunger. “Let’s go.”

She dragged me by the hand. After Ashley shared the ice we took our place in front of the television looking for something to watch, I saw a message come in from doctor smith, but I didn't read it and after three or four calls I placed the phone on silent. I don't think I have enough ice cream courage to speak to him right now, nor after he probably gets an ear full from Mr. Knight.

I left. Then, I hid in the shadows and watched as a refined-looking middle-aged man approached Mom with Ally in his arms. I had no idea what they talked about, but Mom's face lit up with a smile. She ruffled Ally's hair affectionately, and the three of them walked off hand in hand.

I smiled. He nodded with satisfaction. As he turned toward the SUV, he paused one last time. “Oh…” I looked up. “One more thing.” He clicked his fingers . “Yes?” I raised a brow. He smiled faintly. “Sometimes…The people who smile the sweetest are the ones hiding the sharpest knives.” The words settled heavily inside my heart. Without another word, he climbed into the SUV and the engine came to life. I stood rooted to the spot as the vehicle slowly disappeared down the street.

"Hi. My name is Ethan Rivera, and I'm not here to tell you how to live. I'm here to tell you how I survived." The room quieted instantly. "When I was young, I thought there were only two kinds of love. The kind that was allowed, and the kind you had to hide. I learned to hide early. I became good at it. Smiling when I wanted to scream. At dating people I didn’t love. Pretending to be someone else just to make everyone else comfortable." His voice trembled but did not break.

I pulled the sheet up over my face so he wouldn't see me smile. L

And maybe tonight wasn’t the night I could get her to speak, so I shrugged. "It's okay..." I sighed, much to her confusion. She forced out laughter again, searching my face. "What are you saying? What's okay?" "Hiding your feelings behind a smile," I replied, and her smile flickered. "You may think it would make the pain go away, but it will only keep bottling up until it all explodes out of you..." Her eyes widened as my words echoed through her, but I was done talking. I smiled at her, like I didn’t just drop a bomb.

Doesn't it? I lower my hand from the image and make fists in order to resist the need to touch it once more. "No." I almost believe he is going to tell me something significant at this point, but then the smile from the grocery store returns, and the bar comes back to life. I finally recognize it for what it is then. a deceit that is convincing yet not true. What is hidden behind the smile? "Are you famished? I can make a takeaway order. I slap my forehead. No, I'm OK.

He repeated. I couldn’t help it as the smile widened even more. “Yeah. Better,” I slurred excitedly. He didn't say a word for a while before finally speaking. “Why are you smiling like that?” He asked. I bit back a laugh. “Like what?” I asked with a grin. “Like you’re hiding something,” he said with a raised brow. I tilted my head slightly, folding my arms over my chest. “Maybe I am,” I replied with a smile.

Thanking the dark for hiding his smile. ********** Tabby