Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

Ruby's arms came around both of them. Pulled them close. And immediately burst into tears. Just started sobbing. Her whole face crumpled up. Tears streamed down her cheeks rapidly. Creating wet tracks through her makeup. "My dynamic duo is awake!" she said through her sobs. Her voice was thick and choked. "Oh my God! I cannot believe it! This is the best day ever!" She was crying and laughing simultaneously. Making those weird hiccupping sounds that come from trying to do both at once.

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?

"Look, look, Vivienne. Look, I’m smiling. I'm smiling. I'm happy. I'm really happy." Vivienne could not stand it anymore. She stared at the woman who was neither crying nor laughing. She stared at the smiley face of the woman in front of her with tears streaming down her face. "That’s enough! Don't smile anymore! Don't smile!" Vivienne threw herself at her. "Don't smile anymore. Cry if you're sad." "I’m not sad, I'm happy. I can’t stop being happy. I'm smiling. Can’t you see it? I'm smiling. Why would I be sad? I’m just smiling.”

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

He tilted my chin up, looking directly into my eyes. “You know,you are kind of ugly when you cry.” I gasp through my tears,my head snapping up. “What?” A grin played on his lips, “ In a cute-ugly way. The kind that makes you look like a sad little meekart.” I didn't know when I burst into a watery soft laugh. He chuckled too brushing hair out of my face. “There she is,”he said. “I was starting to think you have totally lost your smile.”

I asked him. “Because I saw them walk past us from behind,” He replied, still wearing his smile. “Do you not ever stop smiling?” I asked, slightly irritated by his never-ending smiles. “Ummm,” He placed his fingers over his lips and thought for a while. “Well, yeah. I have shed tears before,” He replied excitedly. “When was that?” I asked him. Maybe if I knew when he cried, I could infer what made him smile less. No, I'm not evil.

He could at least try to act like he cared. After staring at me for a while, he burst out in laughter. "Hahahahahahahaha!" He laughed ecstatically, "That's a good one right there! You almost had me for a second" he said as he wiped a tear drop from his left eye, smiling like he was high on some narcotic substance. He stared at me while smiling and noticed that I wasn't laughing. Hell, I wasn't even smiling at all.

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

Her laughter, though punctuated by coughs, was a testament to her spirit, a defiance against the pain and suffering that sought to confine her. Despite the sorrow that enveloped the room, I couldn't resist joining in the duet of laughter and tears. It was a bittersweet symphony, a melody of emotions that intertwined in the most poignant of ways. Guila's smile, genuine and unburdened, was a light that cut through the darkness that had descended upon us. Yet, my own smile felt fragile, as if it were a mask barely concealing the wellspring of grief within.

Even though he was happy and smiling, he looked like he was going to cry any second. "You are not going to cry, are you?" I asked and heard him laugh. "I don't know. I'm happy. Even if I cry they will be tears of joy." He stated. "And why would you cry? I won't let you cry. You are only allowed to smile." I replied and this time his eyes were really filled with tears. "Aaryan no," I stated. I don't know but it was so funny. It is an unpopular opinion but boys look much cute when the cry. I should have been consoling Aaryan but I felt like laughing. The man who shows him as a strong person was emotional now!