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She cries sometimes and he lets her because he knows there is little else he can do.
It pisses him off. The way that she looks at them - Edward and his new girl - like she's longing for the old days. The days it was her at Edward's side, the town's golden boy.
He can imagine the way people would stop and stare at her on his tattooed and leather-clad arm - not the type of attention she'd want but she would ignore them, all stiff upper lip and turning the other cheek. He knows she'd die on the inside.
He is dying on the inside.