Smiling Through The Pain Novels & Stories

I felt my smile deviate, almost plunging at the direct hit but I kept it prominently displayed on my face. I needed to smile. It was the only method to keep trespassers at bay. It was the only thing I was good at. I laughed. "What are you talking about, I'm just a regular kid who has a tight schedule. Anyway, you never responded to my query about being able to read people's minds?" Continue to smile. They'd never notice how shattered you were. Keep smiling and they would believe everything was alright when you wanted to watch them suffer. He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't."

If cold is the armor, I’ll wear it until it fuses to my bones. It shouldn’t be that hard, I told myself. I perfected the art of smiling through pain as a kid; swapping a bright, unflinching smile for a straight, unreadable face should be nothing. A pivot. A small death of expression. And yet my head reeled the second I replayed him dismissing me without so much as a full glance. The casual cruelty of it, the ease. How did he do it—disengage like that, cut with silence sharper than words?

I huffed, tried to calm myself and slowly turned my head to face him. Taylor have his eyes closed, as if he was pleasured from what he had done. My mouth parted from the shock of what my eyes sees, I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. “Oh, honey. That. Feels. So. Good.” he laughed psychotically and I felt my stomach churned. He gained that kind of pleasure from inflicting pain to me?! Or maybe not just towards me, right? He’s a, what? A sadist? Who is this man? He feels like a stranger to me!

' 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!

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..

My body contorted and shifted in ways I couldn't comprehend, each movement accompanied by a fresh wave of agony. Even with the overwhelming pain, I heard a small, caring voice. Somehow, it was able to make me smile through the tears. I recognized it as it whispered to me, the words a gentle reassurance, "You're not alone. It's okay." Bit by bit, I began to focus on the trail of that voice, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline. The pain, as intense as it was, started to lessen, gradually releasing its grip on my body. It was as though the voice had the power to quell the torment, to ease the transition.

“How do you do it Mar? How do you still smile with all the pain in your heart?” Her bright smile faltered for a second, and I saw a shadow of pain cloud her eyes. “I don’t have an option Avery, it’s either be brave and smile or let the grief consume me. You have to accept that the pain might never ever go away, but you must be brave despite it.” I felt my throat close up at her words. She hadn’t gotten rid of her pain, she just found a way to hide it well. Was this meant to be my life too?

He grunts, “Are you still in pain?” She raises an eyebrow and nods. “How are you still able to do anything?” She scoffs, “I’ve known pain, and yes, this sucks, but it’s not the worst I’ve experienced. Not even the worst I’ve had in the last three weeks. I need to be able to function, my life depends on it. So, I push through the pain. It only tells me I’m alive, and so are they. That’s what I focus on.” He seems even more confused. She ignores him and finds the stuff to make more sandwiches for the coming day, and sighs cracking her neck as the pain finally eases again.

And maybe tonight wasn’t the night I could get her to speak, so I shrugged. "It's okay..." I sighed, much to her confusion. She forced out laughter again, searching my face. "What are you saying? What's okay?" "Hiding your feelings behind a smile," I replied, and her smile flickered. "You may think it would make the pain go away, but it will only keep bottling up until it all explodes out of you..." Her eyes widened as my words echoed through her, but I was done talking. I smiled at her, like I didn’t just drop a bomb.

I smiled through the tears. “I know.”