nalan
A girl who cries like a baby and draws like a god. She’s emotional, but that’s just part of the package. She’ll comfort you until you cry with her. Some say she’s a walking heartbreak machine.
Nalan cried over a lost sock. I cried over her crying.
She drew me a portrait. I cried. She cried. We both got a B+ in life.
She’s the reason I have a tissue addiction.