The First Time He Ever Saw Me Cry

My stomach convulsed. I felt like I had to use the restroom, or throw up. My core cramped as my stomach kept convulsing.
I felt like crying. Everything was falling apart.
Falling apart right in front of me.
I turned on my webcam and used the pads of my fingers to blob my water. Dry up, I told them. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears welling up in the slit and one rolled down my cheek onto my neck. The side of my finger wiped everything away, smearing my worn makeup. My hand reached into my purse, pulling out my handful of makeup. Eyeliner blackened under my sparkling blue eyes. My hand dropped my makeup into my purse like a claw machine. In the the bottom left corner, Jay was on, and he saw everything. His face saddened as I pulled him on big screen. The brown haired beauty kiss his webcam, kissing the final tear that fell down my face. Jay had been my best friend for ten years. That was the first time he ever saw me cry.