Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

I’ve been so stupid. “For someone so strong, you sure like to cry a lot.” It’s a smile with humor, that shines back in his eyes, and those dimples make a worthy appearance, melting me a little more. It makes me snort a small chuckle through my tears and I wipe my nose on the back of my hand, lightening my mood with a smile.

she giggles despite the rolling tears from her eyes. ****😉****

I said, and when I looked at my friend, she was the one crying for me. "Hey, don't cry," I said. "I will not cry if you will release all your pain, Meg, but my heart aches knowing you were hurting, and you were trying to hide your anguish by faking your smile. Please, you need to cry, Meg." She said. "Alice, I am fine. We need to go, and you better stop yourself from crying. I am not faking my smile, and I realized there are still reasons to smile, like having you right now when I felt so down and lonely." I said.

My eyes freeze on him when I notice an older lady and some other passers-by leaving coins in the basket near him. My eyes burn, extracting the moisture out of my eyes. His adorable smile while singing overshadows my tears, bringing a beautiful smile on my face too. I keep staring at him while crying and smiling at once. In no time, he turns sideways and discovers me in front of him. We share a few meters of distance. His smile vanishes there as his voice chokes. He keeps playing the guitar only, keeping his eyes on mine. I know how he must be feeling right now.

Her confident stride and enigmatic presence immediately captivated me, igniting a mix of curiosity and intrigue that made me question what layers lay beneath her composed exterior. "Let's get started," she said with a smiling face, but the brightness of her lips couldn't mask the traces of tears that lingered on her cheeks. The tip of her small nose was slightly red, and her eyes shimmered with remnants of sorrow, revealing a vulnerability that contrasted sharply with her cheerful demeanor, suggesting she was fighting to reclaim her composure in that moment. She was crying on the inside, yet she still managed to maintain a smile on the outside, a mask of resilience that betrayed the turmoil

I wondered what he found funny and I guessed Khan wondered the same because he happened to be staring at him. “You know, you’re not very pretty when you cry,” he teased, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And the last thing I want to see before I die is that beautiful face all scrunched up. Smile for me, Rae.” I tried. God, I tried. But the sobs kept coming. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. “This is the wrong time to joke.” My voice cracked as I spoke. “I’m not joking.” He urged. “Smile for me.”

Then suddenly, her lips parted. “That’s not a real smile.” The words caught me off guard. I let out a bitter laugh. “Aha! See? You noticed. That’s because I’m terrible at it.” I stretched my mouth into a grin so forced it probably looked more painful than her wounds. “There, that’s my smile. Makes children cry and women run for the hills. Pathetic, right?” I expected her to flinch or turn away, but she only stared. And goddess help me… I felt it. That itching pit of loneliness twisting inside me, mocking me for daring to joke about it.

Alex reassures me with a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. As I watch Alex, I can't help but notice how incredibly handsome he looks when he smiles. It's a rare sight, but when it graces his lips, it transforms his face, lighting up his features in a way that is both captivating and endearing. In that moment, I find myself wishing he would do it more often, allowing me to bask in the radiance of his smile. With a sheepish grin, I thank him once more, feeling a surge of appreciation for his unexpected kindness.

she says, smiling. Cole narrows his eyes. Suspicious. "You're crying." Michaela's smile widens. "I am." "And you're smiling," I add, unsure what to make of this hybrid emotion. "I can do both.”

I looked my age, even if I didn't always act it. I stood before my large vanity mirror, admiring the smooth, rested face that looked back. Just because I didn't smile didn't mean I was a tyrant. Just because someone who offended me somehow disappears from the corporate landscape doesn't mean I was the one who did it. I simply didn't like smiling. It made my chest hurt, a dull ache I preferred to keep hidden. There was nothing to gain from explaining my genuine emotions to the fake people who populated my world and only wanted something from me. Then, watching my reflection, I smiled—a quick, genuine, private flash of amusement only my reflection ever saw. I gently touched my cheek.