I think, since I am just a girl, that crying for boys is more like a rare, exciting moment rather than an embarrassing habit. I mean, for girls like me of course, crying is something you do behind closed doors, when no one's watching. But then, there are always those people who know we've been crying. Her name's August. I met her last year, on my first day at SSR. This is how I found out that she never cried. She'd never cried in her life.
