The Black Teeth

XI - Jasmine

Clyde's ghost haunted Jasmine. She couldn't push the thoughts away. Wes was quiet lately, and kept to himself for many days. The image tortured Jasmine, it was a horrible pain, she wished was over. The last weeks had been the biggest nightmare ever. Everything happened so fast without any time to react. The odds weren't in their favour this time. They quit their search in which Hardam left behind. It was useless without Clyde.

Jasmine splashed water on her face. She looked in the mirror and what looked back wasn't herself, but the haunting image of a dead Clyde. She leaned over the sink, and began throwing up.

"He's gone." She had to remind herself. The words caught in her throat.

Day after day she got worse. He was in every of her dreams, and she couldn't push him away. She woke up sweating, pulled the covers off her, and walked out to her balcony. She engulfed the air like it was a drug, and looked down on the city. Quiet, peaceful and unmoving. She leaned over the railing,

"Bring him back. Let me see him." She pleaded between sobs. She went back to bed that night and slept horribly. Day after day, night after night, it was all the same.

"Do you miss him." Jasmine mentioned one day they were sitting together.

"Horribly." Wes said. He fidgeted slightly.

"Does it haunt you?" Jasmine said. She needed to open up about his death.

"Everyday. But it haunts you more. I see it. He meant something to you. You shared something special with him, something nobody else in the gang has ever had before. You knew him more then anyone." Wes empathized.

"When will the pain go away?" Jasmine began to try. She knew Wes wasn't going to lie to her.

"The pain you feel you will carry the rest of your life. Knowing the fact you'll never see them again is painful, but eventually it will get better."

"I want it to go away. I don't know what to feel anymore Wes." He wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder. She was thankful more then anything to have someone with her, to make sure she was okay. He brushed her hair, soothing her slightly. They broke away after a few minutes.

"You know, he said something before he died. Live alone, or die together. But he's the only one who died. I feel like it shouldn't have been him, or it shouldn't have just been him.

"Don't say that Jasmine. He was chosen. Never bod yourself to death, it only hurts more." Wes said thoughtfully.

"Thank you. For being with me."

"Don't feel you need to hide these emotions. I'm here to talk. I'm with you. Always." Wes said.

"Always?" Jasmine repeated.

"Always." He reassured.

They sat in silence for countless more minutes. Fire crackled in the fireplace for warmth, and if it hasn't for the previous events, it could have been extremely cozy.

"How do you know so much about this." Jasmine asked behind heavy tears.

"My grandpa passed away when I was young. He taught me so much. And I didn't know how to get passed it, and I let it take control of me. Years I was like this, until a group of people changed that."

"Who?" Jasmine asked curiously.

"The Black Teeth." Wes said with a grin.

Jasmine exchanged the smile, and that boosted their mood. It felt good to get that off of her back.

"So what's next?" Jasmine asked in a quiet voice.

"Clyde gave us something. We must finish it, or go as far as we can trying."

"Do we have to do it soon?"

"Not at all. For now, rest." He pulled a blanket over Jasmine, and with the fire crackling in the background, she fell into a great sleep in which she lacked for days. She dreamt of her happy place. A beach beyond the city, watching the waves and sunset, but most importantly, a joyful Clyde was beside her. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to embrace it as long as possible, but eventually lost track, and was swept by another dream.

  The next few weeks went by with nothing much to name. Wes suggested that they should continue their hunt to find Raze Devon, although they had no connections to him. Although not all hope was lost, when they received a different type of letter in the mail. Rarely would someone mail them, so this was the first to boost their search again. Wes was the one to receive it, and read it first before handing it to Jasmine.

The Last Members Of The Black Teeth,

I have heard you were searching for me, before the unfortunate events of your friend. I'm sorry to hear the loss, as he was close to me for many years.

As for myself, I go by Raze Devon. I would request to meet you. 42 Vile Brome.

I hope this letter reaches you.

Sincerely,

R.D

"Wes do you know what this means." Jasmine said.

"Our luck has turned around." Wes replied.

They made no waste on time, and immediately left the hideout. As for usual, it was raining, coating the streets. The streets were empty as the walked. Every since knees of the evacuation of The Ring, everyone was scared. Few groups of people walked towards them on the street, and Wes grabbed Jasmine.

"Look away."

"Wes-

Wes spun her around and kissed her under the shop they stood by. It lasted a while, although Jasmine never stopped. What are you doing Wes? And finally when Wes pulled away,

"Grimace. Hidden within civilians. I know that one from 4th Harbour, stole nearby and got caught once. Sorry it was the only way quickly I thought to get unnoticed." Wes said, eying the group of people who gave no care of them. Romance was normal in Bliskam, and it wasn't uncommon to see a couple kissing.

"Okay from now on, we need to change our identity." Jasmine said brushing the kiss of her lips. She was embarrassed, but deep inside, she knew she liked it.

"Agreed." Wes replied.

  When they arrived at the doorsteps of 42 Vile Brome, they knocked on the lovely house doors, and within seconds, the door pulled open and pulled them in. The figure removed their hood, and the face looked incredibly familiar. But it wouldn't be. Could it?