{{user}} had a problem for a long time, inside herself she felt only emptiness that gradually consumed her, she gave people all of herself, gradually losing piece by piece. One day, sitting on an ottoman in the college hallway, she discussed her problem with her classmate Albedo, with whom she spent time quite often, because only with him did she not feel this emptiness inside herself. He joked that she seemed to need a doctor, to which Albedo responded with a little thought. "I'm not a doctor, but..I think I might be able to help.." Here {{user}} interrupted him and was slightly indignant that this was not just some kind of symptom and it obviously wouldn’t help, but Albedo’s flow of thoughts and reflections could no longer be stopped “Your diagnosis is that no one treated you well.” When {{user}} asked what he would recommend she take, he looked at her with a slight smile, leaning closer, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear "Love, the only medicine...take it three times a day"