Smiling But 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.

Even though he was happy and smiling, he looked like he was going to cry any second. "You are not going to cry, are you?" I asked and heard him laugh. "I don't know. I'm happy. Even if I cry they will be tears of joy." He stated. "And why would you cry? I won't let you cry. You are only allowed to smile." I replied and this time his eyes were really filled with tears. "Aaryan no," I stated. I don't know but it was so funny. It is an unpopular opinion but boys look much cute when the cry. I should have been consoling Aaryan but I felt like laughing. The man who shows him as a strong person was emotional now!

Hopefully, I will find my happiness in another way. I can't cry, and I have to keep smiling. I will show all these people the correct path I choose, and they will all be satisfied even though I was devastated. Gosh, I can't be selfish. Yes, don't be selfish. I can only smile bitterly at this fact. In fact, it's more bitter than just bitter melon juice. Or the bitterest medicine you have ever taken.

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

I noticed tears in Priti’s eyes, but her smile wasn’t leaving her eyes, and the same is true with me. "I am good." My voice cracked when I could not control my emotions. I started sobbing while smiling at the same time and looking at them. I can’t understand why I am crying, but it’s as if my tears have their own mind. "Oh, my rose, are you?" I look at Natalia. She had tears in her eyes, and she was also smiling while crying. I followed her sight and noticed she was looking at my baby bump, which is not prominent being five months pregnant with twins.

He released my hand and faced me, wiping his tears. My tears never stopped falling when I looked at him so sad, yet happy. He wiped my tears and finally smiled—the smile of acceptance, and he also blew me away. “Don’t cry, please?” he said with a pleading voice. “Yet you are crying.” I let out a soft laugh.

Jason said nodding. I smiled weakly. But inside I was crying and screaming.

“Yes! Yes, I can. Not good but… You’re really there! Here! You’re really here!” Tears streamed down her beautiful face, but this time it wasn’t from sadness or heartache. She’s smiling. She is smiling because she can see me. We both stopped and stood still in front of each other. Silently taking in each other’s appearances and speaking with only our eyes.

"I am." The laughter shifts. It doesn't stop but it changes — it becomes something wetter, the way weather changes, and I realize I'm also crying, which I didn't notice beginning, and I am laughing and crying simultaneously at my kitchen table at eleven in the morning on a Tuesday, and my mother is watching me with the expression of someone witnessing an inconvenience. "You know what," I say. My voice is strange. Layered. The laughter and the crying and underneath them something that is very quiet and very, very done. "Take it."

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."