Smile But Crying Novels & Stories

They are supposed to be clueless but here they are, I can see them right before my eyes. And so, I walked towards them and they had this huge smile plastered on their faces while I, on the other hand, has this stoic expression – well, it is not even new to them in the first place that I have such an expression. A stoic expression is my daily expression, even in magazines or on billboards, I always keep a straight face. Well, I guess it is because I really cannot smile but I am not going to lie, there was once a time that I was able to smile genuinely however right now even if the feeling that I felt in the past will return and that I will once again feel the butterflies in my stomach or anyt

I've become the person who learned to detach herself from her too good to be true imaginations, being brave enough to face the real-world situation. "Smile, Irene." While I was busy wiping the utilities, Harold spoke again. Even though I was starting to feel weird as to why he was making me smile, I just did what he told me to do. "You're more beautiful when you're always smiling." He looked at me. "Are you aware of that, Irene?" "Maybe everyone is capable of doing the same I’m doing though," I answered. "People tend to smile in distinct ways. It's easy to smile but what's hard to do... To smile genuinely."

It hurt and the pain seemed to be throbbing but all I could do was smile as I watched it. I cry and laugh because I was filled with bursting pain and emotions. After crying, I slowly stood up and started walking. The people I meet distance themselves from me and when I looked at the glass wall of a shop here, I saw my reflection from there. I can't help but smirk bitterly because I look like a big mess. My eyeliner was all over my face from crying, and my wig was a mess. I came here and looked at myself, I tried to smile and fix my hair. I carefully adjusted my wig and wiped my face. "You can do it, Olivia," I whispered to myself and kept on smiling, forcing myself to smile because this is m

Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan. "Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack. For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

9th April. Dearest, Zynah, "Before you start reading this, I'd like you to calm down first. Do not cry! It's a command from your husband. Will you disobey? Amidst tears, she smiled. "How does he know so well," she whispered, her emotion threatening to overwhelm her. His words only served to make her even more emotional than she already was. She couldn't help but miss that particular playful side of him, the playful banter they used to share.

It’s indeed a rather rare personality for an adult to have, but I can’t help but find her silliness cute. However, Mimi was slightly unhappy when she saw Zeke’s smile. She pursed her lips and seemed aggrieved as she reached out her hand to gently punch Zeke. “What’s wrong with you? I’m crying right now yet… You’re actually laughing at me!” Mimi unhappily pouted her lips. Her large reddened eyes still had tears in them, making her seem strangely coquettish. Zeke gently laughed. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry, does that make you feel better? I shouldn’t have laughed at you. Please stop crying…”

I smile, trying to make her happy. “Don’t cry.” My hand rubs against hers, she keeps crying, and I can’t stop her, I smile at her trying to make her smile. Her face is full of love and hurt, and I can’t fight this war anymore, I won enough battles, and the war is finally over. “Don’t go, please.” Crying, she pulls me closer to her, her body is shaking, I should be comforting her not her comforting me. She is amazing, she truly is, and I am happy I am dying here and now.

What had been barely noticeable now became clearly visible. “Aunt Rita said that you can cry when you’re happy too,” she said. “She said that’s called ‘crying with joy.’ She also cried after winning a very small case in court. She said that’s a good kind of cry.” Jenny’s lips moved slightly. This time, the movement was slightly more pronounced. The curve of her lips changed from flat to slightly upward, creating a faint arc between the tear stains and cracked skin. “Aunt Rita is very smart,” said Jenny.

“It’s nice.” Nice. I beamed at him anyway—because that was what I was supposed to do, right? Smile through every mess life hurled my way, no matter what. But I’m so fucking tired of smiling. More tears slipped down my cheeks and this time I didn’t even bother wiping them. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word, but I kept the smile glued on. Elias swallowed the rest of the cookie, brushed crumbs off his bare chest, and walked right past me without another word.

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"