Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

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 have never used one of these gadgets… how would you like to have two crows on either cheek?” “Or maybe a smiley… which one? Happy or grumpy?” Dana talked to herself, although the conversation was light and teasing, tears streamed down her face. She wiped his face clean and smiled through her tears “This time, I will let you off… you better wake up soon or else, I really might plant smiley faces on your face.”

“First, I lost my friend, and today… I lost my love.” Tears blurred my eyesight, straightening myself. “Let me congratulate them.” I grabbed her hand to stand on my own feet, needing her support to do this. “Don’t go. Aoife, don’t do this to yourself.” I clasped her hand, and she knew my smile was fake as I slapped my tears away. In the highest of our pain, sometimes we became mad and started laughing at ourselves. The only thing after hours of crying is plaster on a smile because we didn’t have tears left inside.

Don't you dare bow to anyone. I shaked my head, why do I remember that in this kind of situation? I looked at him and I was surprised when I saw something slide down into his eyes. Is he crying? Why is he crying? Suddenly, I wanted to hug him. I want to comfort him and say the things that would calm him down, but I cannot do that. He smiled and wiped the tears that fell down into his eyes. My heart broke when I saw him smile. Why is he smiling? It was fake and it didn't even reach his eyes.

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

That it hurt me when seeing her cry? "What?" confusion etched on her beautiful face, small furrows forming on her smooth, porcelain-skinned forehead. How can someone be so fair and beautiful? "Don’t try to smile when you are crying. You only look like you are holding in some gas.” I taunted, causing her to snort an offended laughter. “You know, Riftan? A simple ‘Don’t cry, it will be okay’ would have been very much appreciated.” She folded her arms across her chest, adding a dramatic huff of breath to the mix. I stood there staring down at her.

“Look at his face!” We all burst into laughter, and I caught the moment when Miles laughed too. I don't remember seeing him laugh before, or maybe only in online videos. But, in the real world, his smile looks adorable with his gummy smile. Not just physically, with his little mouth and tiny teeth showing in the way his gums are formed, but emotionally as well. His smile feels genuine, even though it's simple and doesn't stand out. But that smile seemed to lift the entire weight off Miles Brown's shoulders.

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.

“What is so good about smiling or having a cute smile. How ridiculous!” He groaned angrily. “Does she like him because he smiles cutely at her? Oh, I can do that too.” Staring at the mirror, he forced a smile. It felt so different, so he held his cheeks to make the smiling face. However, his smile wasn’t in any way cute, it looked scary and mean…

It is the most adorable, heartbreaking little expression, a silent plea that says, "Please don't chase me away." A soft, unplanned smile appears on my face, “I’m saying I’m fine… thank you, Luka,” I explain, unable to bear hurting someone this pure and cute. Just as suddenly, a tiny, bright spark ignited behind his eyes. His lower lip snaps up, banishing the pout.