Smile While Crying Novels & Stories

Especially when I stare into your eyes, no matter how good you are at fake a smile I will know what you are carrying inside. And I get excited every time I see the hardship and pain in those eyes. It's not normal but I don't care about people so I don't stop myself from smiling every time I see them hurt. The sound they make when they groan in pain, the way their face crample in sting sensation, makes my lips rose to smile. It's addicting and I love that shit. "Sadie, I've been looking for you for a while!" Moli's voice from behind me, causing the whole 5 pm to look at me in the distance.

As I scrolled downward, I realized in all his youth pictures, he wore a big smile on his face, something I had never seen on him. His eyes sparkled with delight, shining like two stars in the midnight sky. His mouth was contorted in a wide, genuine grin that stretched from ear to ear. His teeth gleamed bright white, surrounded by rosy lips that were pulled slightly wider at either end. His cheeks were crinkled with delight, and his eyebrows were raised in a playful expression. It was as if he had just heard the world's funniest joke and couldn't contain his joy. Every aspect of his face radiated pure happiness, making me Wonder how he turned so cold looking.

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.

"I am not crying Krish, they are happy tears. You don't know how I am feeling right now. "Then show me simple " ,he smirked making me giggle. I did show him.