Smiling Through The Pain Novels & Stories

he said in a small voice, stunning Mahira “Why would you be sorry?” she looked at him in surprise “because I could not save you from this pain,” Mahira looked at him, then snorted as she smiled sarcastically “Then you might have to spend your entire life saying sorry,” her voice was small and soft, Tazz looked up “Did you say something?” he asked, he’d heard her clear, but he wanted her to say it again, to know how much had she endured in his name “Nothing, you don’t have to say sorry, I.. I’m quite used to pain, it reminds me that I’m alive,” she smiled and stood up, heading straight to the bathroom to shower up

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.

He nods his head slowly, not buying my lie, while that annoying smile is settled on his lips. "Max!" I push him off the bonnet causing him to laugh loudly; a moment later, even I find myself laughing along with him. "Keep smiling like this." He holds my face, looking into my eyes. "It is a great weapon, which not only helps you to hide your pain but also gives you the strength to move forward."

He likes my ‬pain after all. "Oh, that hurts, huh?!" He mocks in rage. He lifts my sleeve as far up as it would go, ripping it. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and lands on my arm. Instant pain shoots through my skin. I hold back a scream of agony. Tears fall. I can't control them. The burning smell of flesh fills my nose, causing me to feel sick. He takes the cigarette off and looks at my tearful face. His eyes remain unsympathetic.

It’s almost like its burning me alive as I collapse to my knees. I pray as I scream. I just want the pain to stop. It feels like I am dying a gruesome death. It burns all the way up to my arm and settles into my chest. With all my might I take a deep breath of air into my lungs. Tingles run across my face and I am able to smile through the pain. Wherever I am, whatever is going on, I know that Xander is here. The thought is the most comforting thing that I have ever felt and I try to relax against the pain. I try to let it just flow through me instead of consume me. That’s it Tika. Allow me to join with you. We will be one forever because of it.

“Ahhhh!” Using the mind-link, her grandmother spoke to her. “Deep, slow breaths. Breathe through the pain.” Taking heed to her grandmother’s words, she took deep, slow breaths; no matter how much pain she was in, she would fight with it, not against it.

A person who didn't exist in my world until yesterday is now the only one witnessing my miseries without me needing to display them. "You see yourself, Ava. You're bleeding so much. Dammit!" he shouts in anger. I clench my fist harder, digging my nails into the fresh cuts on my hand. Blood drips from my palm onto the floor, but I can't feel the pain. A small smile forms on my lips as pain takes over, completely engulfing me. "Why are you smiling? You've completely lost it!" he exclaims. He pulls me closer, and I allow it. I don't want to talk or engage in any conversation. I just need some peace of mind.

His face looked sad, but he still managed to give a smile that tried to comfort me. In that moment, I felt a glimmer of hope from his expression. He seemed to want to encourage me, indicating that even though this situation was painful, there was a way to move on with life. His smile, though simple, provided a bit of relief amid the anguish I felt. I appreciated his presence, because amidst the cheering crowd, he was the only one showing understanding and support. In my mind, I tried to process everything that had happened and look for ways to face the future better.

--- Ariana crossed her arms slightly. --- “So you’re just delivering messages now?” she asked. --- The boy smiled again. --- “Something like that,” he said. --- That irritated her. --- Not loudly. --- But deeply. --- Because it felt controlled. --- Scripted. --- Ariana took a small step forward. --- “I don’t respond to people who hide behind others,” she said. --- The boy’s smile faded slightly. --- Not gone. --- Just… reduced. --- “Then don’t respond,” he said.

And I would keep smiling behind the mask. A soft knock sounded at the door. I instantly wiped the wicked grin off my face, letting my expression collapse back into one of fragile vulnerability and quiet pain. The nurse peeked in. “Miss Hazel? Are you alright? I thought I heard something.” I looked up at her with teary eyes, voice trembling just enough. “I’m… I’m trying to be okay. It’s just… everything hurts. And I keep remembering the cold water… the slaps…” I let my voice break convincingly.