This happened a while ago, while I was in high school, so I'm not perfectly clear on the details, but I think you guys will enjoy it.

The circumstances don't matter very much, but I was very stressed out due to a school play, and took it out on a co-star. This didn't go over well with the student director, who told me she was disappointed with me (one of the things that upsets me the most) and I started crying. I found a classroom to hide in, took my glasses off, and settled in to cry myself out.

While I was alone, I was crying openly, not bothering to wipe my eyes. Tears dripped onto my lap and left little damp spots on my jeans. I'm sure my lips were curling as I sobbed, and that my face was very red.

After a while, a friend, let's call her Ellie, came in to comfort me. I started to wipe my eyes once she was there, getting my palms wet with tears and smearing the tracks across my face. When I lifted my head to look at Ellie, the tears stopped dripping into my lap and started rolling down my cheeks and neck.

I was crying very hard as she tried to calm me down with words and eventually a hug. Unfortunately, she didn't wipe or kiss my tears (I wish she had, but we didn't have that kind of relationship) but she did her best to soothe me as I sobbed.

We talked for a while, me venting to her and her reassuring me, and I had stopped crying by the time I left the classroom. My face was red and tear-streaked, so I was stopped by a few people as I started to leave and hugged. One girl that I didn't know wiped my tears with her thumb and told me I'd be okay. Not a great experience overall, but the comfort was very nice.