The Smile Has Left Novels & Stories

I couldn’t stop smiling as I exclaimed how delicious it was, my lips curving upward in pure joy. He stared at my mouth for a moment, caught off guard, before quickly looking away, his gaze flustered. "Then I’ll try some too.” I noticed the faint blush creeping up his ears and, unable to resist teasing him, leaned closer and pointed at my lips. "Here, have a taste." The cake was so sweet, its taste lingered in my memory for a long time. And he loved me so much back then that I ended up loving him for just as long.

he said in such a confident way, he didn't care at all that I had a boyfriend, I laughed at his attitude, challenging, but I smiled unconsciously. "You look exquisite when you smile like that, that's what I miss the most about you, that smile that I love," he said staring into my eyes and biting his lower lip, approaching my face, I turned to the opposite side avoiding him, he understood my reaction and moved away from a little.

I stared at the photo remembering - the happy smile she had, how pretty she looked, how good she smelt, and how comforting her touch was. Tears dropped down my eyes landing on the photo. My shoulders shook as I tried to control them. My throat made that weird noise as I tried to not make a sound for anyone to hear. My hand on the frame tightening as I took shaky breaths. I was broken. She loved me but she left me. So maybe the people who love you leave you. All I wanted to do was scream and cry. But – I smiled. (End of flashback)

The look on her face left a knot on my forehead and made my impish smile suddenly vanish. At that very moment, I realized something. Her smile had changed, it felt like something had gone wrong. It was no longer the same smile she used to give me. Her smile was dull and somewhat bitter, and those beautiful transparent hazel eyes had turned blunt and unhappy. What went wrong? What made her change? Damn, I wanted to know!

‘Jane calling’ it read with a photograph of a beautiful girl with a large, clearly pregnant belly. "Just a minute," he said as he walked off. I looked towards him, the smile never leaving my lips. This is a trick I learned after my mother died. As a child, did you ever have adults tell you everything will be alright when you knew nothing would? Well, I did—a lot of them. Dimple taught me this trick then, that if I wanted to be left alone, without their insincere comments, I should simply fake a smile. "Let the smile not leave your face, even when your heart is tearing to pieces," she told me. It came in handy again that day. With the smile on my face, I looked at my fiancé, talking to his pr

with a picture of red envelop similar to the one he found at his door days ago and another message came where the sender sent a bank account details. His smile faded completely, the corner of his lip twitching and his face frowning at the sight of the message. He knew who this person must be. Seeing his grim face, Jim asked what happened, but he did not want to tell him this in front of her. He smiled and put back his mobile and said, “A spam message,” and continued his lunch.

I smiled. The End

No need for a speech of gratitude. A smile broke on her lips, evaporating away the tensed atmosphere.

She hesitated. Then nodded slowly. “Okay…” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t want to leave. I could see it. “Are you sure?” she asked gently. I forced a smile. It felt wrong. “Go,” I said. “You’ll miss everything.” She made a small face, trying to lighten the mood. Then she turned. Walked away. Slow at first. Then she disappeared into the crowd. And just like that, My smile faded. Everything felt heavy again.

*Smiles* ^_^ Okay, moving on.