"Joon's Dia"

(Chapter 71: Brad and Bessie)

'What do I say? What do I do?' I was sitting in a taxi on my way from the Tallahassee Airport heading southbound to Woodville trying to find Blue. I didn't know what to expect but I know that I was grateful to everyone who helped me reach to this point. I looked out of the window and I saw the vast trees and flowers all around. I chuckled because it was ironic that in her quest to forget about me and move on with her life, Blue chose a place called 'Woodville'. A place all woodsy and natural. Something that I pride myself in adoring all my life.

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I loved the smell of wood, the feel of it and the fact that you can take it in its raw state and make something out of it. Wood to me was who I am: raw and unrefined with the endless possibilities of being carved into something beautiful. I was inspired by this place but then I realised I was also inspired because I could feel her. I knew I was going in the right place especially when I asked the driver to stop opposite to the place where it was supposed to be her house. I felt her vibe emanating from the beautiful structure.

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I looked at it and saw a place we could call our home. It was a quaint building looking like it belonged in an antique magazine for the middle class bracket yet I'm certain the inside was probably filled with gadgets and mechanisms for living a modern life. Blue was fascinating.

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The taxi driver, a youngish blonde-haired lad, wasn't much of a talker but he knew the area and the people. "There's the place. Do you know Miss J?" He apparently did know 'Miss J'. That warmed my heart because I loved the fact that she was being referred to like me. Yoongi called me J.

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I nodded, "Yeah, I know Miss Joseph," letting him know that I really knew her.

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"Well then, are you getting out?"

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"I don't know. What do you think?"

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"Well..." and I could see him watching me through his rear-view mirror, "It depends..."

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I smiled at him, "Depends on what?"

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"Are you here to see her or taste her treats...?"

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"Pardon?" My eyes shot up immediately. What in the actual fuck?

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"Well..." and he giggled. I was about to flip because the sound of his laughter could go anywhere from being an admirer to being a stalker and we'd had enough of the latter. Then he explained it to me, "Well we're having our Tasty Eats Festival in a few days and lots of people come just to taste some of Miss J's treats. I just thought you were one of them."

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I bobbed my head up and down and grinned, "Oh. Well in that case I'm definitely here to taste her," and tasting her was one of the best treats that I had ever had the privilege of being able to do. I instantly remembered her cream. So fucking delicious. Then I thought, "So this eats festival is big, eh?" The guy nodded and sighed.

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"Yeah, its huge in these parts. It was a small little venture at first but when Miss J came along, she showed us how to make it pop and now we got them fancy-smancy people like you coming to see our little show. It's amazing... She's amazing..."

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"Hmm... I couldn't agree with you more," because that I did know for sure. Blue was Dynamite and everything she touched exploded into something wonderful and fabulous including myself. I was just a boy in a man's costume when I met her but now because of her, I am a man who knows his failings, accepts it and turns it around to help himself live. Blue is my air and I just want to keep breathing and flying in her.