Smile Inside Crying Outside Novels & Stories

I stood alone in the shadows below the stage, digging my nails into my palms. It was the first time I realized that at the very depths of sadness, tears were impossible to hold in.

"I’m just going to... take my leave now. Thanks for the bed, I guess." She made it to the door, but then she stopped. Something about the way he was standing there, so isolated and cold, made her turn back slowly. "You know," she started, her voice gaining a bit of unexpected strength. "You should probably try smiling more often. Even though you’re... well, handsome, I guess, smiling actually makes you look human. You don't have to be a total grump all the time. I know your childhood was trash, trust me, I get it, same here, but stop being so miserable."

I need to regain my posture, put a fake smile on my face and have to prepare myself for the next day. Next he picked up a sharp pieces of glass, pressed it on his thigh until ground under him become bloody, as a loud scream escaped from his mouth, can't take this pain more but unfortunately this pain is not physical, it's his inner turmoil "Came back to me please, I am sorry....".

She wasn't crying, there was no sign of tears or sadness but inside, she was dying. "you know what, fuck off with your fake apologies and love 'cause this girl right here is in no way falling for your crab," She said and stumps away just as the elevator opens leaving Keane standing still. It was dusk when Smiles got back home, she hurriedly went to her children's room and was met with Fiona tugging the children under the sheets. "Shhhh," Fiona said, silently telling her to be gentle and noiseless. "I'll be outside" Fiona informs and leaves.

"Why do your smiles doesn't match what your eyes are telling?" He moved away. Silence enveloped us. "Gray," I called. "Hmm, nothing." "Come on, tell me," I bowed my head and played with the grasses. "You don't wanna hear it," I mumble. "I do wanna hear whatever you are going to say. I'm gonna listen. I won't judge you." He gave me a reassuring smile. "Go on, Esmeray. You don't have to worry about everything." "It hurts, you know. Everyone around me loves to see me hurting. All of them love to see me cry like my tears are pearls that can satisfy their needs."

My eyes freeze on him when I notice an older lady and some other passers-by leaving coins in the basket near him. My eyes burn, extracting the moisture out of my eyes. His adorable smile while singing overshadows my tears, bringing a beautiful smile on my face too. I keep staring at him while crying and smiling at once. In no time, he turns sideways and discovers me in front of him. We share a few meters of distance. His smile vanishes there as his voice chokes. He keeps playing the guitar only, keeping his eyes on mine. I know how he must be feeling right now.

"I don't want you here besides you are just going to make me cry. I know that I'm just a whore in your eyes but I'm still human" Kim's heart squeezed, he hated to be the one causing her so much pain. The only thing he wanted to do was make her smile and nothing more but lately he was doing the very opposite. When his mind was made up to put a smile on her face, he ended up doing the very opposite of his words.

I kept my face sad and steady. But inside, I was smiling. She had taken the bait without a second thought.

SHERNEIL. Why was it so hard to smile or laugh? I stared at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tug my lips upward like I see people normally do when they smile. But nothing happened. It didn't look like I was smiling; rather, it looked like I was about to cry, my face scrunched up. This wasn't a smile. This was a grimace. Why is it so hard for me to smile like every other person does? Why don't I find things funny like they do?

Cause I feel like I need air for myself. I could see outside as I stared at the falling leaves. I smiled noticing that. It seems like both of us were sharing the same pain just by watching it. I grinned when I stared at myself to the mirror. My eyes were so swollen, but it can be gone by putting concealer. My skin look stress, but I didn't mind it. Mommy just knocked on my door. I immediately open it. The excitement on her eyes visualizing what will happen made me felt remorse. Because I can't even smile back.