Smiling But Crying Romane & Geschichten

I can't breathe. A hidden platform beneath the stage slowly lifts her up, like a corpse rising from the dead. And when she sees me, she smiles. Shit. That smile. It’s not just any smile; it’s the kind that takes your breath away, leaving you frozen in place. Her lips curve upward in a way that feels both intimate and electrifying, like a secret only we share. It’s a smile that reaches her eyes, making them sparkle with a mischievous glint, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

she said, with the infinite patience of someone who found all of this deeply funny and was not going to pretend otherwise. I pressed both hands over my face. Hector made a sound beside me that I couldn't immediately categorise, and I lowered my hands to look at him, and what I found on his face completely dismantled whatever composure I had been attempting. He was crying. Not quietly, but genuinely, fully crying, tears running down his face, with a smile so wide it looked almost painful, and when he reached for me he pulled me into him with both arms and held on, and I could feel him laughing and crying simultaneously in the way that only happens when something is too large to come out as on

She wrapped me up in a tight hug, arms locking me in like she could hold the pieces together herself. “Of course you’d say all that with a damn smile,” she whispered against my shoulder, her voice shaking. “What, you think you’re indestructible? Like Homelander or something?” She gave a soft chuckle, then pulled back just enough to look at me. “Stop smiling through everything. You’re just a man. A weird, sweet, ridiculously cute man.” She wiped at my cheeks with her thumbs, and only then did I realize I’d been crying.

It is the most adorable, heartbreaking little expression, a silent plea that says, "Please don't chase me away." A soft, unplanned smile appears on my face, “I’m saying I’m fine… thank you, Luka,” I explain, unable to bear hurting someone this pure and cute. Just as suddenly, a tiny, bright spark ignited behind his eyes. His lower lip snaps up, banishing the pout.

“It’s just thαt I’m so overwhelmed with hαppiness. I’m reαlly hαppy.” And thαt wαs when the teαrs cαme even though I wαs trying so hαrd not to cry. “Sαshα‚” Annα sαid immediαtely‚ her voice chαnging‚ “αre you crying?”

She grinned, a thousand times harder to pull out a smile, desperately trying to turn the corners of her mouth upward, but why did she feel so heavy at the corners, as if a thousand-pound scale were hanging downward? "Look, look, Vivian, look I'm smiling, I'm smiling, I'm happy, I'm really happy." Vivian couldn't look away, she looked at the woman who wasn't crying or laughing, she looked at the woman in front of her with a smile showing on her face and tears streaming down her face. "Okay, okay! Don't laugh! Don't laugh!" Vivian pounced on her, "Don't laugh, cry if you're sad."

But I still try to smile at her. Yes. At least I can still smile even though my heart is crying. Because I don't like to see the pitying glances people

I smile, trying to make her happy. “Don’t cry.” My hand rubs against hers, she keeps crying, and I can’t stop her, I smile at her trying to make her smile. Her face is full of love and hurt, and I can’t fight this war anymore, I won enough battles, and the war is finally over. “Don’t go, please.” Crying, she pulls me closer to her, her body is shaking, I should be comforting her not her comforting me. She is amazing, she truly is, and I am happy I am dying here and now.

With these all running on my mind, I can’t help myself but to cry harder. “Oh my god… you are crying harder now but it was weird that you are smiling at me right now,” he scrunched his nose. From his eyes, it was evident that he was truly curious right now, “are you that happy to see my face? That you come to a point that you are smiling in bliss just because of me?” “C-Crazy…” I told him while I am still sobbing harder than before.

My eyes freeze on him when I notice an older lady and some other passers-by leaving coins in the basket near him. My eyes burn, extracting the moisture out of my eyes. His adorable smile while singing overshadows my tears, bringing a beautiful smile on my face too. I keep staring at him while crying and smiling at once. In no time, he turns sideways and discovers me in front of him. We share a few meters of distance. His smile vanishes there as his voice chokes. He keeps playing the guitar only, keeping his eyes on mine. I know how he must be feeling right now.