Smiling But Crying の小説・ストーリー

I say, laughing as a tear drips down my face. "I saw it. It's beautiful." she says, sniffling a little and I look up to see her eyes glistening with tears. "Why are you crying?" I ask, not able to stop my laugh from bubbling up at the absurdity of this moment. "I can't help it. I'm a sympathetic crier." she says, dabbing at her eyes with her shirt sleeve. She starts to giggle and we devolve into a fit of laughter before we're both able to settle ourselves down.

"Even though my world is falling apart, I'd still want to make sure yours isn't, okay?" "Until then, let yourself feel. Let yourself be...human. Fuck the society. We're going to bring back your humanity, okay? Whoever said men shouldn't cry can go to hell," Jackson laughed, his shoulders shaking. I nodded, allowing a small smile. "When we're born, crying is the first thing we do. Crying symbolizes...pain, joy, a...feeling. It's... Crying is how your body speaks when your mouth cannot explain the pain anymore,"

Alexander announces, his voice calm, joyful, and meticulously controlled. I take a deep breath, feeling the pressure swell within me again, and then I muster the best smile I can manage, striving to project confidence even though fear lingers in the shadows of my eyes. The smile forms, but it’s fragile, trembling—a facade of calm to conceal the chaos swirling inside me.

And smiling. Best fucking birthday ever.

The tears I tried not to show but you can force a smile and not a tear. "It's okay to cry" I could hear Jake's voice in my head.The tears fell immediately. "Goodbye" I turned,walked slowly and then ran. **I'm trying to smile,to keep it going.But it's hurts so much**

And one by one, they escape quietly, just like the tears that have been stuck in my eyes. This intense emotion is overwhelming me... it’s like a wave of fear and joy that I can’t even put into words. I don’t know how I can cry and smile at the same time, but yet, my face is wet from my watery eyes, and there’s a silly smile on my lips, a laugh that breaks out, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m happy or nervous, and maybe it’s both. I don’t know how to react. Is there even a right way to respond to this?

It hurt and the pain seemed to be throbbing but all I could do was smile as I watched it. I cry and laugh because I was filled with bursting pain and emotions. After crying, I slowly stood up and started walking. The people I meet distance themselves from me and when I looked at the glass wall of a shop here, I saw my reflection from there. I can't help but smirk bitterly because I look like a big mess. My eyeliner was all over my face from crying, and my wig was a mess. I came here and looked at myself, I tried to smile and fix my hair. I carefully adjusted my wig and wiped my face. "You can do it, Olivia," I whispered to myself and kept on smiling, forcing myself to smile because this is m

she calls softly. The name leaves her lips like a prayer—unthinking, instinctive. The little boy blinks at her. “Are you okay?” he asks innocently. “Did someone hurt you?” She smiles, voice gentle as she swipes at the tear trailing down her cheek. “No one bullied me, if that’s what you’re asking.” She explains. “Then why are you crying and not laughing?” She smiled faintly, “Sometimes we cry because we’re happy too.” Sean pouted his lips, “That’s silly. If I’m happy, I laugh and eat snacks.”

"Hahahaha, what the fuck is going on? Why are you crying like a three years old baby? Did I say something wrong?" "This is just a tears of joy, fucking idiot!"

SHERNEIL. Why was it so hard to smile or laugh? I stared at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tug my lips upward like I see people normally do when they smile. But nothing happened. It didn't look like I was smiling; rather, it looked like I was about to cry, my face scrunched up. This wasn't a smile. This was a grimace. Why is it so hard for me to smile like every other person does? Why don't I find things funny like they do?