Smiling But Crying Novels & Stories

He stopped and gave me the evil eye, "You need to stop joking around. What you are going through is serious and it hurts you to laugh." I said, "I know, but if I don't laugh, I'm going to cry. I hate crying."

I said and held their faces then made them look at me. "So don't cry, Okay? I hope you understand that I'm not the only man in the world, maybe soon someone will love you but I'm not him." I said and smiled to her, she also smiled back at me bitterly and removed my hands from her face, she still didn't stop crying. She still crying continuously.

“Mommy is just happy, that’s all.” “I thought people only cry when they are sad.” “No, baby… sometimes people cry when they are happy too.” Woah,” Emily gasped wide eyed upon the insight from her mother. “I didn’t know that people also cry when they are happy, mommy. I want to cry now because I am happy to see you.” Maggie smiled at her again with swollen eyes. “There’s no need for that, honey. You can still smile if you are happy.” “Okay, mommy.”

I can’t get that gutting feeling to leave me alone, always lingering in my head even when other things take precedent. “I didn’t mean she looked bad, Nona, only that she gives nicer cuddles.” The innocent little diva smile and sweet girl eyes almost kill me, and I have to hide my urge to burst out both crying and laughing simultaneously. She knows what she is doing, and I am both amused by her and heartbroken at the same time. Sylvana pats her head with pride and turns back to me.

Smiling. Waiting. For the moment everything finally falls apart.

She hugs me, crying into my shoulder. I hugged her back. We both hugged each other, crying into each other's arms. I don't know for how long we stayed there crying. Then someone clears their throat and we break apart. I wipe away the tears on her face and she smiles. “You don't look pretty when you cry.” I teased her and she smiled. “Look at you too, you look all red and puffy.” She said and we both burst out laughing.

I say, laughing as a tear drips down my face. "I saw it. It's beautiful." she says, sniffling a little and I look up to see her eyes glistening with tears. "Why are you crying?" I ask, not able to stop my laugh from bubbling up at the absurdity of this moment. "I can't help it. I'm a sympathetic crier." she says, dabbing at her eyes with her shirt sleeve. She starts to giggle and we devolve into a fit of laughter before we're both able to settle ourselves down.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

Tears came before I could stop them and I was already smiling. “Hey,” he said softly. “I’m fine,” I lied, wiping my face. “Don’t worry.” “You’re crying.” “I know.” I laughed through the tears. “I’m happy. These are happy tears.” He looked like he’d been given permission to breathe. “That’s allowed.”

"That is why I am crying." I am not crying. But I am close.