The Smile Has Left Novels & Stories

He was gone, at least for now. But that smile; it was like a promise. A promise that he wasn’t done with me

"Smile emoji, TTYL" He turned off his phone not realizing that he still had a wide grin on his face. He looked around and absorbed the reality that he was inside an airplane. He was about to take off to the life he left behind for the chance to know a girl that might turn his life around. He sat back on his chair, took a deep satisfied breath, he was glad he had done it. It was one of the best decisions he ever made. He was ready for the next step to the future. He was more excited than ever because now he knew he had found what was missing before.

I ran my fingers over the smooth page, my eyes roaming the poem he had left open for me. My love, you have too many smiles left in you to be so sad. -Atticus

she tact smile. He makes a love sign with his fingers, place it in his left chest, she smiled. “since I can’t emerge your class, is it also a crime to be a friend” he put his two hands into his pocket, stretching his body to relieve stress, as he keeps his ears wide open, not to miss a clip of her retort. She glanced at him with a smile, she wanders in her mind why she never finds Adex attractive

But still, it was more than difficult for me to let him go a day after I was healed. "I know. I just don't want to be away from you. When will you be back?" I asked him in a sad tone and he pecked the top of my head. He then broke the hug and cupped my face with both of his hands. He smiled widely and I took a deep breath. He knew how much his smile affected me. He knew I would forget everything the moment I would see his smile. And that was what happened. I lost in his smile and forgot everything.

This was a moment he longed to cherish—ones of the memories that were etched in his heart. As he stood there, a smile playing on his lips, the passing minutes turned into an hour, and time slipped away unnoticed. The smile that once adorned his face slowly faded, replaced by a flicker of concern. Where was the masked girl? The question lingered in his mind, eroding the happiness he had held moments ago.

Juliet Somehow, I was back at the cafe, facing Grace's piercing gaze. After I struggled to hold back from crying, which I had been doing a lot these days, Grace managed to convince me to go back to the cafe with her. “So… how about Naomi and Leah?” I asked, not just because I was trying to shift the conversation from me, but because I was curious about the women I used to call my friends. “Leah left the country to manage her mother's farm a year after graduation”, Grace answered.

Her smile is colder. Here we go.

I just kept smiling not allowing them to ruin this day for me. As my mother and Elizabeth left, their defeat palpable, I chose grace over retaliation. A serene smile graced my lips, emphasizing the strength within me, as I vowed to let love prevail. The air in the dressing room shifted, lighter and infused with hope, as if the universe itself rejoiced in my triumph.

It was a tableau of a complex bond, one marked by hardships and resilience, and the promise of healing in the face of adversity. "Bianca," I whispered, my voice carrying a bittersweet tone, accompanied by a faint smile. She responded with a sigh, her lips curving into a fleeting smile that seemed fragile, like a delicate petal caught in a gust of wind. There was a palpable change in the once-vibrant Bianca. The effervescent enthusiasm that once defined her now appeared masked, as if hidden behind a façade. Her smile, once a beacon of cheerfulness, had lost its luster. But I couldn't fault her for that.