My Smile Was Taken Long Ago Novels & Stories

"gosh Jaden who taught you to be so cheesy? I know It wasn't Me definitely not me" he smiled back at her. " I want you to keep smiling like this all the time it looks so good on you because I've never actually seen you smile" " I've smiled different times you no stop making it sound like it once in a while or a thing of the century" "I know but those aren't really smiles those were just not that but seeing you like this laughing with all of your heart and smiling all the way to your ears it comes over to your eyes as well it's absolutely wonderful and I know that the guy that you will fall in love with you again will be so lucky because he will get to wake up and see the smile everyday"

He grumbled, taking his phone out of his jacket. I shrugged at him with a smirk on my face, wiggling my brows playfully. He wore a playful smile of his own, no longer glaring at me. I missed this. The easy smiles and gentle air. I've never had it all in life. Never been even close to it but from a young age, I learned to appreciate being cared for and loved.

When the photo became vivid, I took it from you and stared. That smile. That smile full of bliss and genuineness. That smile which never failed to sway me with its owner's felicity. That smile I missed the most this time. That smile that I will never see again, but wished to see for the last time. Maybe once would be enough, so even just for a day, I could remember the definition of happiness. Sigh. "I was planning to capture a lot for the whole week and stick them all in my room. Do you think it's fine?" I looked at you. You're doing the same except for your stare was looking with genuine affectionate and admiration while mine screams uneasiness.

Watching the realization slowly spread across both of their faces made something warm bloom inside my chest. They saw it. They could tell. I wasn’t fighting myself anymore. Not in this moment. My smile grew. It wasn’t forced. Hell… For the last week, I couldn’t have faked a smile if someone had offered me the kingdom’s entire treasury. Every picture would’ve looked the same. Grumpy. Scowling. One eyebrow permanently pissed off. I chuckled to myself. Then smiled even wider. Because I wanted to. Because it felt… Good. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed smiling until I actually could again.

Watching the realization slowly spread across both of their faces made something warm bloom inside my chest. They saw it. They could tell. I wasn’t fighting myself anymore. Not in this moment. My smile grew. It wasn’t forced. Hell… For the last week, I couldn’t have faked a smile if someone had offered me the kingdom’s entire treasury. Every picture would’ve looked the same. Grumpy. Scowling. One eyebrow permanently pissed off. I chuckled to myself. Then smiled even wider. Because I wanted to. Because it felt… Good. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed smiling until I actually could again.

She exposed her white healthy set of teeth. "Thank you, ma'am," Crystal mumbled. Mrs Smith looked Crystal from head to toe and then faced her. "Ever since the young master was five, he lost his will to smile. Mrs. Brooklyn never had time for him. He was always lonely and bored" narrated the lady. She stared at the lady as another hunch of curiosity swept through her. She was wondering what the old lady was trying to say. Mrs Smith continued" But not until he was Thirteen. All of a sudden, his once gloomy face lit up. Smiling and laughing were reborn in his world. I wondered what caused the sudden change, not until he revealed to me about your existence"

I tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. He frowned, his expression softening as he pulled his hand out from under my pillow, revealing the picture I’d hoped he wouldn’t find. “Hey, what’s this?” He looked a bit confused as he studied the photo. I let out a deep sigh, feeling defeated. “Oh, I stumbled upon it while I was packing.” I paused, letting the memories wash over me. “Hey, do you remember when we were all so carefree and content? I enjoy reminiscing about those moments, back when we didn’t worry about mate bonds and just had our closest friends by our side.” I softly took the photo from his hand, a small smile tugging at my lips as I recalled that special day.

Is he going to ask me a kiss? He brushes his fingers against my lips ever so softly. I closed my eyes feeling his touch. Seven years ago, I buried my love. But how can his small touch can bring back that same feeling? "Smile" He whispered, leaning close to my ears. I immediately opened my eyes. Smile? But I thought he was asking me for a kiss. "What??" I asked, looking confused. "I just want to see you smile. I exactly want to see you happy. It hurts too much to see you cry. I hate it when you cry. So please smile for me, sweetheart" He said. I looked at him with stunned expression.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

Something warm and involuntary, the specific expression of someone who has been surprised into a feeling they were not performing, the best kind of smile because it arrived before the person decided to have it. She could not stop it, I smiled too. I could not stop that either. We sat on the steps outside the official building in the lamplight, both of us smiling at the same time, which was something I could not remember the last time it had happened. Eight months possibly. Maybe longer.