Smile Inside Crying Outside Novels & Stories

The only thing after hours of crying is plaster on a smile because we didn’t have tears left inside. My tears were emptied of my body and only a bitter smile sprinkled over my face. With a limping leg, I walked towards them. Xander’s expression changed when he saw me. He didn’t expect me, though. I guzzled my pain and smiled at them with strength I didn’t know I had. Although my body trembled inside, neither my heart nor soul was ready to let him go away like this. I parted my lips to congratulate them. “Aoife,” Zareena gasped.

I stared at her, she licked her ice cream and smiled, pointing at the sky, -Oh, a rainbow. How can you smile like that?- I had to ask her. Her smile turned into a sad one, she shrugged her shoulders, -Crying is useless, it changes nothing. At that moment, a consuming intrigue about her was born in me, every day at the same time I waited for her in the park on 12th Street to talk to her on the swings, I knew she was only in Canada for the summer while visiting her grandparents so I wanted to take advantage of every moment. She understood me, she helped me see the good side of everything, to enjoy the taste of a good ice cream, to appreciate every fleeting moment of happiness.

I didn't want to see her always crying and crying again just because she was happy. "In the future, if you feel happy, just laugh. Smiling or screaming joyfully is better than seeing you cry." I let go of my hug to her. "I don't want to see you cry for these things because I promise you the happiness you will feel will not stop here." I smiled at her.

09 | M I C H E L L E ' S T R A U M A *** A smile is one of the millions of things in this world that is mysterious. A smile is a symbol of happiness, and at the same time, it can also be a symbol of covering up sadness. People smile because they feel happy, but that smile can also look torturous. A perfect contradiction. It was this kind of smile that was now clearly visible on Michelle's lips seeing the calm face of her sister who was sleeping beside her. The chin is firm with a few fine hairs around it, the nose is sharp and seems very adonis. His regular breathing gives off a calm atmosphere.

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?

It reminded me of her own words as her own voice played inside my head. "When people smile a lot it doesn't mean they are happy but it means there is something wrong with them....Smile is plaster to the face that tries to remold life but when the plaster is put for long, it makes one forget that it isn't real. The world they are trying to find by ignoring the bad things but always smiling isn't real. So there is no such thing as perfection and always happy. That is what reality is....Not always happy and smiling......." "You are not real mom" i smiled bavk at her as a tear eased down my eyes.

He accompanied her inside the bathroom and started going through all the stalls. “All clear. Go. I am right outside.” She nodded at him with a tight-lipped smile. She didn’t know why she wanted to cry. “An uninvited guest to my heart.” Someone was chanting this inside her head. She looked down at her dress and started laughing. It was a unique combination. She was laughing while her tears were flowing down her face. “An uninvited guest to my heart,” she hid her face in her palms and started crying. “Mister. You can’t block our way. We need to go to the bathroom,” she heard a few female voices outside the bathroom and shook her head with a teary smile.

They stayed silent and he waited till she stopped sobbing to speak again, “you know, Athena, you should develop yourself in such a way that no matter what a man says to you, rather than cry, you would laugh it out. You should never cry so loosely in public.” “But crying is the only way to free up my heart.” “You can do that in your closet. When you are outside, no matter how pushed to tears you are, try to hold it till you get home and try as much as you can to smile in the process.” She looked up at him and he smiled, “fake lives,” he grinned. “Come, you can’t go back to the party looking like this.” “Can I not go back?” “You are tired?” She nodded and he sighed, “fine then, let me show you

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

I smiled widely at her, but she kept looking at me with a poker face. I didn’t let my smile fade, no matter how much it hurt to see her like this. I now understood how hard it was to plaster a smile on your lips even if you were hurting inside. * #TBC