Smiling But Crying Novels & Stories

I forget about the whole world every time I look at her smiling face. I felt a stabbing pain in my chest as I realised I'm watching her laughing and giggling for the last night. A solitary tear streamed down my cheeks mechanically. As she shifted her gaze to me, I turned my face to another side and wiped off my tear hastily. I instantly looked back at her, plastering a smile on my face.

They are supposed to be clueless but here they are, I can see them right before my eyes. And so, I walked towards them and they had this huge smile plastered on their faces while I, on the other hand, has this stoic expression – well, it is not even new to them in the first place that I have such an expression. A stoic expression is my daily expression, even in magazines or on billboards, I always keep a straight face. Well, I guess it is because I really cannot smile but I am not going to lie, there was once a time that I was able to smile genuinely however right now even if the feeling that I felt in the past will return and that I will once again feel the butterflies in my stomach or anyt

she sneers whilst her painful sobs. ****😔****

Her pert little nose scrunches as she looks at something on her phone then shows it to her friends. She covers her mouth with her hand and ducks her head, shoulders moving up and down. She places her glass on the table, shakes her head back and forth then leans over the table as if whatever she's laughing at is so humorous she can't stand anymore. But when she straightens, I realize she's not laughing at all. She's fucking crying.

' 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!

I was crying in pain and pleasure. * #TBC

I added, when I noticed he kept staring at me through my side-eye. Then I turned to him, and discovered he was smiling. “Why?” I asked him. “It's so nice to hear you apologize. You look so pretty, while apologizing. You're also beautiful while crying, but you crying makes my heart ache. Don't cry, Scarlet.” “Are you actually joking in the midst of all this?” I asked, with my tears filling up again.

Angela asked, then burst out laughing. I wiped my face, half-laughing, half-crying now. "Stop laughing,it's not funny".

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.

They both cry together. ----