Smiling But Crying Novels & Stories

One, he had been in the rain, which meant that, two, he had been here earlier. I couldn’t move my face. “How?” I breathed. He shrugged as he turned to where Martin was smiling tightly, nodding, and thanking people. I stared at Marcus’ face. “That’s one of the hardest things to do, you know,” he rumbled, his voice low, his eyes still on my friend. “That smiling,” he continued solemnly, “when you just want to be anywhere but where you are.” “But you do it every day,” I croaked.

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.

"Look, look, Vivienne. Look, I’m smiling. I'm smiling. I'm happy. I'm really happy." Vivienne could not stand it anymore. She stared at the woman who was neither crying nor laughing. She stared at the smiley face of the woman in front of her with tears streaming down her face. "That’s enough! Don't smile anymore! Don't smile!" Vivienne threw herself at her. "Don't smile anymore. Cry if you're sad." "I’m not sad, I'm happy. I can’t stop being happy. I'm smiling. Can’t you see it? I'm smiling. Why would I be sad? I’m just smiling.”

Ruby's arms came around both of them. Pulled them close. And immediately burst into tears. Just started sobbing. Her whole face crumpled up. Tears streamed down her cheeks rapidly. Creating wet tracks through her makeup. "My dynamic duo is awake!" she said through her sobs. Her voice was thick and choked. "Oh my God! I cannot believe it! This is the best day ever!" She was crying and laughing simultaneously. Making those weird hiccupping sounds that come from trying to do both at once.

I broke down in emotion, crying so pitifully that a severely injured person like Brian had to coax me back. "Crying is ugly, smiling... it's better to cry...." Brian said while frowning; every word he uttered seemed like he wanted to take his life. I put my finger on Brian's lips, stopping him from continuing. For his peace of mind, I also tried not to cry; I forced a wry smile. My face must be terrible, but Brian looks at me gently.

When she's deep in thought, she would hold her chin and squint like those mad scientists you see on TV. When she's making fun of you, she'll twist her lips. When she feels uncomfortable, she'll smile with tears glistening in her eyes. And when she feels sad, she will open her mouth and give you the most exaggerated smiles she could muster before running off to her room." He took a sip from his tea and continued, "She likes to cry a lot too. In fact, she'll cry even in the smallest of things, but she'll do her best to hide herself while she was doing so. She doesn't want others to see through her weaknesses, so she'll keep a smile on her face before she disappears right in front of you."

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.”

Alive. And smiling.

“First, I lost my friend, and today… I lost my love.” Tears blurred my eyesight, straightening myself. “Let me congratulate them.” I grabbed her hand to stand on my own feet, needing her support to do this. “Don’t go. Aoife, don’t do this to yourself.” I clasped her hand, and she knew my smile was fake as I slapped my tears away. In the highest of our pain, sometimes we became mad and started laughing at ourselves. The only thing after hours of crying is plaster on a smile because we didn’t have tears left inside.

Brie shed tears even when she smiled. "We hope we meet again!" Ivana could smile now. "That, I promise!" Finny neighed aloud.