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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."

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ Wow I have to pick my jaw up off the floor. Her smile is radiant. It lights up the whole fucking room. I never thought I'd see the day where the first thing I was drawn to was a smile. I've been called embarrassingly shallow because the kind of girls I'm into are the kinds found on I*******m. I could care less than they're fake, they look like a good fuck.

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.

~ Helen's POV ~ “Let’s see how much smile will be left on that face of yours.” Mena smirked, her voice laced with bitterness as she settled smugly back into her seat. I held her stare for half a second longer than necessary, letting the corners of my lips curve upward, not just a smile, but a quiet declaration of resilience. Hopefully, I’ll smile last. That’s all that matters. I turned back to my task, continuing with my cleaning, the faint smile still dancing on my lips like armor. It wasn’t for joy. It was a signal, a quiet message for her.

I fought a smile but it broke through, he looked so damn old and adorable. I guess he sensed me looking at him and smiling because he looked up just in time to see my face, "I pray I'm the reason behind that smile," he commented, smiling as he placed the book down and closed it, giving me his full attention. I smiled even more, shaking my head as I reached for some more jelly beans and popped them into my mouth, chewing them to keep my mouth busy as I placed my elbows on the table and looked at him again, "this was refreshing," I told him as I looked around the still empty store and then at him again.

She seemed to be all confused. With the same expression, she took out a book and forwarded towards her table. As our eyes met, she again gave me a smile only to get myself smiling again. Her smile was really contagious. But when she turned to the book, her expression turned to be confused again. When I asked her, “Any problem?”, she pouted like a kid as she uttered, “I am stuck at a topic in Accounting.” My mind got uttering, “You got your chance, Ehan.”

It was so cute ≧﹏≦ A rare smile showed on his face, that stunned Kim frozen. Her heart raced as she started to blush again. On the other hand, the three boys sneered and were even more convinced that Jake was seriously sick in the head by watching him act like this. However, just as one of them was about to open his mouth to mock him, Jake talked first. The smile was still on his lips, making him look extremely gentle and handsome, but the words coming out of his mouth sent shivers down all four people's spines.

‘Jane calling’ it read with a photograph of a beautiful girl with a large, clearly pregnant belly. "Just a minute," he said as he walked off. I looked towards him, the smile never leaving my lips. This is a trick I learned after my mother died. As a child, did you ever have adults tell you everything will be alright when you knew nothing would? Well, I did—a lot of them. Dimple taught me this trick then, that if I wanted to be left alone, without their insincere comments, I should simply fake a smile. "Let the smile not leave your face, even when your heart is tearing to pieces," she told me. It came in handy again that day. With the smile on my face, I looked at my fiancé, talking to his pr

Daniel let out a slow breath. “I think you’re overreacting.” “I think I’ve been perfectly clear.” “You’ve been confusing.” “I don’t think I have.” “You smiled.” She frowned. “What?” “You smiled at me.” Realisation washed over her. Her stomach sank. She had smiled because that was what she always did. At cashiers, neighbors, delivery drivers, parents collecting children from school. Anyone. It had never occurred to her that simple politeness could be interpreted as permission. “I smile at everyone.”