The Smile Has Left Novels & Stories

Women? He nodded, but the expression on his face was unclear, still stern and dim; his eyes darkened again. When DJ turned around again, one corner of his lips seemed to rise, but it was a different kind of smile—a mysterious, unsettling one. Then he turned around without saying goodbye and left. What a grump...

Sade My face hurt from smiling so much. It felt like I had been smiling since yesterday. I had, I supposed. I couldn’t stop. There was so much to be happy about. Everything was perfect. I looked to my left, smiling at Trent as we flew back to Lake Tahoe. He looked back at me and smiled.

I stroked her back and whispered in her ear, “Don’t cry or I’ll find it hard to leave. Smile and I will return safely with the twins. I promise.” Piper was still sobbing. I released my embrace, and I wiped her tear-drenched eyes. “Don’t cry anymore. Smile. Come on. I have to go in a minute.” Piper wiped her eyes, looked at me, and smiled. Even though she was forced to smile, I was happy. For me, her smile and my children’s smiles are the things that make me strong and happy. “Ok, I’m leaving now. Get some rest,” I said as I kissed her lips and forehead.

I ignored him, flipping through my medical charts. "Didn't you beg me for these before?" Jerry sounded surprised I wasn't diving in. I brushed him off. "It's too late. I don't eat desserts at night." After a brief silence, Jerry said, "I'll pick up some pain reliever for a sprain. We can leave together in a little while." A moment later, his phone buzzed on the desk. "Jerry, are you trying to dissolve my teeth with all these lemon bars? Who sends an entire batch at once? If I end up toothless, you'd better believe you're holding my hand at the dentist."

And then, in the next second, Nick's tall figure appeared before me. His face was unreadable, but somehow, I could tell he was angry. He reached out a hand, lips curved into a smile that sent a chill down my spine. "Baby," he said, voice smooth and unnerving, "going on a trip without me? That's not very nice. Come here." My heart sank like a stone. Instinctively, I took two steps back. The smile froze on his lips. A shadow crossed his face, and there was something helpless in his eyes.

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)

I smiled back and the look she gave me is the proof that I didn’t do it whole heartedly. What can I do when I don’t feel that smile in that heart of mine???

Looking back in his hand, he remembered how his phone got ruined because of Ian. 'I will surely make him compensate about this' He thought to himself as he got reminded by the fact that he can no longer use his phone. "When someone leaves you and go...." "When someone leaves and goes" “ All we are left with some silent tears” “But that will affect the one whose gone” “ Seeing you in pain and frown” “The left soul will not stay in peace” “ So you have to let go with a smile ” “Its just the life and things awhile ”

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

I tore my eyes off him. "If that's all, I will be leaving now." Saying, I stood up from the chair. And before turning to leave, I said to him, "You! Please don't smile at me like that." He frowned. "Smile like what?" "Like you usually smile. Don't do that." I responded. "Why? Why shouldn’t I?" He questioned. "Because whenever you smile this way at me, I feel like a tornado has started in my heart and my heart would get out of my chest. I can’t look at anything but that smile. Hope you understand now!" Answering this, I literally ran out of his cabin.