Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

I added with a forced smile. I'm pretty good with forced smiles, I've been taught to always smile no matter the situation so it's not a big deal for me to always force a believable smile. No one can ever guess if my smile is forced or real and it took years of training to attain such a beautiful perfection. "Your eyes are reddish and we both know that they only redden like that when you're trying hard not to cry, just fucking tell me what's wrong?" She insisted and I rolled my eyes.

"You look very sad." I tried to smile but failed. I shook my head instead. As I did so, a tear slipped down my cheek. Finn reached out and caught the tear on his fingertip. He regarded it and then stared at me in some surprise. "But you are crying," he argued. "People don't cry unless they are sad." I sniffed, blinked, and quickly wiped my eyes. I tried laughing, but the sound sounded ghastly even to my own ears, so I stopped.

The bone-deep steadiness he carried even when everything around us fell apart. My breath hitched, but I didn’t cry. I had cried enough for him. Instead, I smiled. Softly. Quietly. Slowly. Not the reckless, adrenaline-fueled smile I used to wear in Dramador when winning a fight meant living one more day. Not the brittle smile I forced through interviews and book signings. But a real one. A steady one. The kind that came from acceptance rather than denial. From love instead of pain.

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?"

After all that horrible transformation, Sadie took me back down the stairs, and when Lucas saw me, he began to cough, but I knew he was actually laughing. Sadie sat me in a chair, and brought out her phone, clicking pictures, and acting lovey dovey with me. “Hey, hey, smile! Smile like the sun.” She ordered, and I bared all my teeth, making her hit my face with the phone. “Ah!” “You look horrible if you do that! Seriously, you’re so ugly. Now, smile like I’m doing.” She said, and I did. She clicked, and next she made me pout like a kid, which I also did.

A symbol of our bond. “Do you like it?” he asked. His voice was hesitant. Almost nervous. “I love it,” I whispered. “I love it so much.” “Then why are you crying?” “Because I am happy. So happy.” He smiled. That rare, beautiful smile that made my heart skip a beat. He reached out and wiped the tears from my cheeks. “You are so beautiful when you cry. But I prefer it when you smile.” I laughed shakily. “I am trying.”

We both throw our bottled emotions out. "This will be the last that someone will be in a hospital bed unless really sick naturally," I uttered wiping my tears and releasing my deep sigh to calm me. I felt relieved and refreshed after crying. I look at her and she gave me her sweetest smile that everyone could fall off. Technically this smile will melt Dwight's heart again. We are not aware that Dwight's consciousness can hear us.

“It’s nice.” Nice. I beamed at him anyway—because that was what I was supposed to do, right? Smile through every mess life hurled my way, no matter what. But I’m so fucking tired of smiling. More tears slipped down my cheeks and this time I didn’t even bother wiping them. “I’m glad you like it,” I said, my voice cracking on the last word, but I kept the smile glued on. Elias swallowed the rest of the cookie, brushed crumbs off his bare chest, and walked right past me without another word.

Her smile was radiant, a sunbeam that threatened to scorch me, leaving me withered and broken. “I can’t believe you tripped on your own two feet!” she cried, her laughter bubbling up like a spring, sparkling, infectious. "that is very hilarious." Antonio chipped in and Damian had a smile that graced his lips. I looked away, the image of their unbridled happiness a nauseating assault on my senses. I couldn’t bear to watch them anymore, to feel the pang of annoyance that tightened its grip around my heart with each shared smile, each affectionate glance.

If this dream makes me happy, I’d rather live in dreams than deal with the reality. Tears ran down my face as I look at him, smiling widely at me. I’m very happy – so much happy that these tears won’t even stop to fall from my eyes. “Hey, don’t cry.” His voice is so soft and comforting. His hand wiped the tears on my face. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” He bit his lip. I tried to smile but it turned out so bad because I was still crying ugly. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”