I glanced over at my love. Madoka Amano. And while I loved her, she didn't quite belong to me, but to a lying backstabber named Aleksei. God, he didn't know how lucky he was to have Madoka. I'd've given anything to be in his place, and yet having such an amazing girl didn't satisfy him. The proof was written all over her. There, plain on her skin, were the bruises.