The Smile Has Left Novels & Stories

The real smile — full, unguarded, the one from the photograph on her father's desk, the one from the bookstore window, the one that had no idea the world was watching and no longer cared. "Yes," she said. "I'll stay." And for the second time in thirty-four chapters — the second time in forty-two floors and thirty-eight years and one contract and eight weeks of a life that had become entirely something else — Nathan Cole smiled. Fully. Without reservation. The light held for the rest of the ninety seconds. Then it shifted, the way it always did, leaving Carver Street exactly as it had been. Except that now two people were standing in it who had asked and answered the only question that matter

I muttered, my voice small. “I saw love,” he said with a tiny chuckle. Oddly enough, it was accurate. “You’re my mate, my other half. There’s no way I wouldn’t be accurate.” And somehow, despite everything, a smile found me. “You should keep that smile, Rex,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Don’t hold it back. The only reason we ended this is because of you, okay?” “How can I smile when lives were lost, Aries?” I asked, looking around. “Some people lost families, friends… we lost Lilly.” My voice dropped lower. “Smiling would be inappropriate.”

“But I really am and I want to tell you that-” His smile stopped me dead in my tracks. It was such a slow, easy smile that somehow completely transformed him. His eyes sparkled warmly and his features softened into something comforting but still powerful. The long jagged scar that marked the side of his face almost vanished against the brilliance of his smile.

In the light - or lack thereof - it was hardly to be found. "What should I leave?" I asked, surprised, I hadn't done anything. "To smile. That looks really creepy. ”With that he disappeared around the corner onto the path and just left me standing on the street. The smile fell off my face so quickly that I practically heard it splash on the floor. There he was again, the bastard on duty. I knew that the scar on my face wasn't pretty and that it sometimes twisted my lips strangely, but that was just lousy. "Are you finally coming," he called. "It's pitch dark here and I need the flashlight from my backpack."

he replied and she looked at him "Then I'll smile for the both of us" she smiled brightly Lewis badly wanted to scoff,he stared at watching her place her palms on his "Till you'll be able to smile,I'll smile for the both of us. Okay ?"she exposed her set of white teeth making Lewis shake his head slowly "Don't worry Lewis. You will be able to smile,I'll make you" she said cupping his hands in hers

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

I pulled the SIM card out and tossed it into the fire. It was time. The plane lifted off, and the city's towers shrank below me, smaller and smaller, until they vanished completely. Goodbye forever, Adrian.

"And then he left." A man who smiled when he was expelled knew something you didn't. That smile was a message - not to Caius, not to Kael. But to me. We will meet again, that smile said. And next time I will not be asking.

“But the electricity is going off again tonight.” The words landed in my chest before my brain had fully processed them. “So?” The word came out two degrees less steady than I intended. He smiled. Not the sharp, combative smile. Something slower. More considered. And then he turned and walked out of the room without another word, leaving the smile behind him like something deliberately placed. I stood in the middle of the displaced furniture and felt my heart rate do something entirely outside my control. I looked out the window. At the sky beyond it, still light, still hours away from the dark.

I looked back trying to act like I was avoiding him but the smile still creeps me out. "Why are you smiling? It's creepy so stop it." I said, trying to avoid him. He's been smiling ever since we left the hospital. It's just creepy seeing a smile from him. That rarely happens when he is around me. It was either a smirk or a stupid grin saying he proved me wrong. I hate that stupid grin.