Smile While Crying Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Smile… Smile Smile~ It was at that time, during my internal struggle when Valek, my older brother, walked up to me, placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “I feel your pain.” I looked at him in shock but didn’t let my smile falter yet at the same time I couldn’t stop my emotions from bubbling up. I felt something at that time and I couldn’t help it when my eyes brimmed with tears that eventually rolled down his cheeks. I don’t know why that suddenly happened. Maybe I thought I haven't really lost everything. Maybe that slight hope made me feel things and I ended up crying like a psychopath, with tears rolling down my eyes yet my grin wasn’t fading. I still had my brother who seemed to car

He added while laughing at me. "Are you genuinely trying to comfort me or are you making fun of me?” I looked at him evilly and took the tissue he was handing me. "Well, I'm not good at comforting someone. So, instead of crying I rather choose to see you smile.” But after he said that, he took a deep breath and spoke again, "But, it doesn't mean you can't cry in front of me." He started driving, "Crying is normal when you are sad, hurt, or happy. I hope the next time I see your tears is because of joy, Lorain.”

“Now your smile has grown dimmer.” "You wear your heart on your sleeve and let everyone trample over it." "He made you that way", he exhibited such soulful mourning it made my head spin. “No, Adam, my smile didn’t get dim. It just grew real,” I said, trying to steady the tremor that kept wanting to become sobs. I gathered myself — the way we do in cinemas when the heroine steers the plot from the precipice. “I don’t smile for the sake of smiling now. I smile because I’m happy, not because I’m hiding everything under a mask.”

“I’m fine.” I shake my head. I ask again, “Why?” Red sighs, but then he ruffled my hair. “Sometimes people are so happy they just cry.” “People smile when they’re happy,” I tell him. I repeated the exact same words my psychologist told me. One of the exams my psychologist had me coloring faces. One of the faces had a smile. She told me this meant happiness. One of the faces had a frowning face. She told me this was sadness. Then there were other faces with other emotions that I don’t understand. “People cry when they’re sad.”

Uncle said. At Hospital Khushi P.O.V. "Have you ever been so close to cry but you have to put on smile always" I felt it.. There has been so many times when it's almost happened, I have come so close to cry but I still kept a smile on my face. Smile, right??? Yes, smile. So that nobody would really know the pain that was really going on. I held several bouquets of roses in my hand, and I smiled. I smiled because it is better than letting the tears run down on my face..

' I couldn't even cry to my pains, all I was expected to do was to smile. Will that smile let go of the pains I am going through right now? I am now alone in this world even without knocking him out yesterday. No one understand my decision in life, ohh! Maybe my parents' will, but they would end up asking me to smile. I want to cry out the pains, I don't wanna hide it under my smile! Not anymore!

Do I have an incurable disease? What is happening? The curiosity eating at me won't let me stay calm and quiet. Letting my hands off my head, I lay back on the bed and ask. "What happened?" She smiles at me, trail kisses all over my knuckles and forehead without responding. "Did something happen?" I rephrase my question and she shakes her head. "Then why are you crying?" She doesn't reply. Instead, she wipes her tears with the back of her palm, forcing out a smile. If she wasn't crying, I would have thought she looked really proud of me with this smile but I can't comprehend what this really is; crying and smiling at the same time.

I smiled at him, but he flatly refused to acknowledge it, claiming that my smile was emotionless and devoid of any form of vitality. I responded with a face that was completely expressionless by saying, "I do not know how to smile more." He remarked, "Hmm, I know it," and then motioned for me to begin eating. He started tickling me while I was indulging myself in eating, and I ended up laughing so hard that I hurt my stomach and got tears in my eyes. While I was indulging myself in eating, he started tickling me. "Pl..haha..please…st..haha..stop,” I managed to say between my laughter.

It hurt and the pain seemed to be throbbing but all I could do was smile as I watched it. I cry and laugh because I was filled with bursting pain and emotions. After crying, I slowly stood up and started walking. The people I meet distance themselves from me and when I looked at the glass wall of a shop here, I saw my reflection from there. I can't help but smirk bitterly because I look like a big mess. My eyeliner was all over my face from crying, and my wig was a mess. I came here and looked at myself, I tried to smile and fix my hair. I carefully adjusted my wig and wiped my face. "You can do it, Olivia," I whispered to myself and kept on smiling, forcing myself to smile because this is m