Locks and Keys

He dances in the loneliness. Walking along in whispers, head full of somber gloom. A grief that brings him some sort of understanding. At least that's what he tells them when they ask.
Daleun Lee was spiteful, quick to hold a grudge, and silent in taking his revenge. He knew too much, had seen too much, and was the exact opposite of everything I had valued. But: He was curious, never knowing enough, never done traveling, and soon to become everything I believed in.

He was music. And in every way shape and form, it was him.