Smile Inside Crying Outside Novels & Stories

Her face was smiling but tears fell, Sharmaine couldn't stop her tears. Osmund turned around, he touched Sharmaine's tear: "Tears are fragile and beautiful, but I hope you never have to cry." Sharmaine has a very beautiful smile but she never really smiles. Sharmaine wiped away tears with her hands: "Tears are bitter and salty, when people are happy or sad, they are expressed in tears. I mean, I'm happy with what I've done." Osmund holds her hand: "As long as you're happy."

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?"

The Scream Year of the Lilies Torrid Season The Hut Altsas Mavli MY FACE FEELS TENDER. Like cooked meat especially my right cheek. My right eye is swollen and sore. My mouth is bleeding and I'm sobbing. I sit at the corner I sat yesterday night and early this morning. I rest my forehead on my knees and wrap my hands around my legs. I cry loudly not minding that there are nine other people in the hut. I cry till my throat stings and gets really sore and till my voice breaks.

"Are you okay? You're crying." I sniffed and forced a smile before shaking my head. "It's okay. I'm fine." He looked down at his phone and looked up at me. "I can delete this photo if you want. I don't want this to pass the wrong message to people." "We're all humans," I replied. "We cry sometimes and it's not a crime. You can live it on your phone to remind you that even celebrities cry." He stared at her, looking impressed. "This is heartwarming, Scarlett. People really need to know this part of you."

“I want to lecture you, but I have to admit that it is good to see you laugh again. I haven’t seen you laugh for a long time. You should try doing it more often. Both of you look beautiful when you smile.” I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. It will ruin my reputation of being a cold and fierce CEO. Plus, who has a smiling security team. I think that would freak people out more than anything. I’ll keep my smiles restricted for outside the office with friends and family.” A playful smirk spreads across Page’s face as she teases, “And for your special someone.”

I am an ice queen on the inside. I have perfected the art of preventing everything and everyone from seeing the inner me, which is ugly and black and numb. On the outside, I smile and chat to customers, make small talk with Bea and Andreas, and do my best to take in everything that I am being taught.

I looked my age, even if I didn't always act it. I stood before my large vanity mirror, admiring the smooth, rested face that looked back. Just because I didn't smile didn't mean I was a tyrant. Just because someone who offended me somehow disappears from the corporate landscape doesn't mean I was the one who did it. I simply didn't like smiling. It made my chest hurt, a dull ache I preferred to keep hidden. There was nothing to gain from explaining my genuine emotions to the fake people who populated my world and only wanted something from me. Then, watching my reflection, I smiled—a quick, genuine, private flash of amusement only my reflection ever saw. I gently touched my cheek.

This one was beautiful. Two masks sat side by side, blending into each other so seamlessly that it almost looked like one was morphing into the other. One wore a soft smile, the other a deep frown. The way I had sculpted them made it feel like emotion itself was shifting, like happiness slowly dissolving into sadness. On the smiling side, etched carefully into the surface, were the words: What you see. And on the frowning side, carved just beneath the curve of the mask: Inside of me.

For all I know, he could also be a predator in the disguise of an uber driver waiting for his next victim to dose off at night while taking her to what she thinks is her destination. I can never be too comfortable around anyone, be them male or female. My teeth sinks into my bottom lip. My step family and my own mother have taught me that for years. A scoff leaves my lips. And they still keep reaching me that. It’s funny. My whole life is so sad and it’s actually very laughable. Not literally but ironically. Who would’ve thought that I am going through shit on the inside because I always put on a smile on the outside? Nobody, exactly.

For Stephanie, that smile was a silent message amid the ordinary rhythm of office life. After this encounter, Stephanie felt as if time had slowed. She returned to her work, her heart beating in quiet celebration. She thought back to the smile over and over. It was a signal that spoke to her in a language beyond words. Even if it lasted only a moment, it made her believe that somewhere beneath his professional exterior lay a softer side.