Novel & Cerita Smiling Through The Pain

He replies with a smile that does not reach his eyes. "I am sorry if you don't want me to call you by this nickname. I don't like seeing you in pain." I tell him and it's completely true. I have heard from him about his parent's sudden death in a car accident when he was only fifteen years old. I can't even imagine how much pain he felt at that time. "No, you can call me by the nickname. I don't mind it." He answers which makes me feel better knowing I am not doing something bad.

I nodded, even though I didn't know what made him think that I was fighting it when I was just trying to make myself ready for all the pain. "You have to let it go, baby. Just let the pain hit you, just accept and take it. Relax, the more you fight the pain, the more it will stay. Let it go, baby, now..." he said. I did as he said, I let the pain get to me and pierce me with every part of my body. Our eyes locked with each other and I had no intention of looking the other way. I could see him flinch with the pain that he might be taking from me but he was still smiling at me. "Ahhhhhhhhhh....." It was a very long scream because it was really painful.

Those who enjoyed inflicting pain, usually didn’t like being in pain. I paused for a moment, wiping the blade clean, my eyes never leaving his battered form. I let the silence hang between us, heavy and oppressive. "Oh, my bad," I said, my voice deceptively light. "I thought I used the one you told me about, but I must have used the one with water. I am sorry for the pain." I smiled slightly, knowing full well he could see through my false apology. His glare was sharp, but I could see the fear in his eyes too, buried beneath the anger. The realization was setting in, and it was only a matter of time before he broke.

The room feels suffocating, hard to breathe. I stare at the smiling faces on the screen. In that moment, the pain in my legs becomes insignificant.

Riven smiled through the pain. “I am giving it back.”

Breaking every cycle. But the pain… the pain will take longer to fade.

“Don't force yourself to smile for me, Chika. Not when your soul is bleeding.” The fragile mask shattered instantly. My fake smile stiffened, crumbling into pure, unadulterated agony. I wrapped my arms tightly around my midsection and collapsed to my knees, my chest heaving violently. My mouth opened in a silent, gut-wrenching scream of grief, no sound escaping my throat—only a relentless torrent of burning tears testifying to my deep despair.

I smile—sharp, joyless. “Come and make me.”

I need to regain my posture, put a fake smile on my face and have to prepare myself for the next day. Next he picked up a sharp pieces of glass, pressed it on his thigh until ground under him become bloody, as a loud scream escaped from his mouth, can't take this pain more but unfortunately this pain is not physical, it's his inner turmoil "Came back to me please, I am sorry....".

Suddenly , I am blown back a sudden volt of energy – my body grows limp. My body meets the cold dark ground with a harsh bang. As if in slow motion , my back arches in pain. I let out a hiss , biting my tongue to stop me from screaming out in pain. I turn my head to the side and I see something that was not there before – a mirror. A long mirror that never seems to end , and the only reflection I see is me. I shut my eyes tightly closed , I gather all my energy…and when I reopen my eyes – I see myself in the mirror but with a huge smile. Ignoring the tears rolling down my face , I just concentrate on the smile. It’s that smile that gives me power – it’s that smile that gives me hope.