Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

“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.

my retort only had smile lines bracketing a scary grin, "you're creepy when you smile." What the fuck! Did I actually say that out loud? Someone needed to stuff a sock in my mouth so I wouldn't repeat any of the other stupid thoughts in my head. At my words, Miles' mouth pressed into a thin line, "I can't say that I'm used to smiling just because something is genuinely amusing." "Oh, your life sounds sad and miserable and if I end up with you my life is going to be sad and miserable..."

I broke down in emotion, crying so pitifully that a severely injured person like Brian had to coax me back. "Crying is ugly, smiling... it's better to cry...." Brian said while frowning; every word he uttered seemed like he wanted to take his life. I put my finger on Brian's lips, stopping him from continuing. For his peace of mind, I also tried not to cry; I forced a wry smile. My face must be terrible, but Brian looks at me gently.

I raised up my brows ushering her to give me an answer. When she said nothing, a smile crept up my lips. “I will take your silence as approval. Friends then” I pulled my hand for a handshake. She slowly pulled hers out. We held each other's gaze. “Since we’re okay now, at least smile” I got a glare from her in return. “A sick person doesn't smile” “From which source. From what I know, it helps in recovering. The expression on your face is scary. Like-” “Like a ghost right?”

“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.”

But I still try to smile at her. Yes. At least I can still smile even though my heart is crying. Because I don't like to see the pitying glances people

He leaned in closer and whispered, “Smile.” She shut her eyes tightly, biting down on her lip. Slowly and painfully, her mouth curved upward into a forced smile. The screaming flowers went silent. She opened her eyes horrified and whispered, “No.” Her father's voice dripped with manipulation. “Yes. Even false smiles hold power. The world doesn’t care if you’re hurting inside; it only wants to see your teeth.” She stumbled backward, clutching her chest while her lips quivered against their will, trying not to frown—the smile felt like it was locked in place.

I wondered though what made him so sad. "1096, you will soon go to a nice place." He told me as he flashed me a smile. However, with an advance intelligence like mine, I could tell that his smile was not real base on the muscle movement around his facial tissue as well as the amount of energy he exerted just to sport that smiling face. Besides, a simpered smile only required six muscles to move; which was relatively less compared to a real smile because a real one would require a minimum of ten muscles to move. In which not only the upper lip and corners of the mouth were lifted, but also a few muscles within the eye corner would have to be moved. However, despite knowing all of that, I dec

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.