Denver brick

Denver brick

Melody Behind the Wounds

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Denver Brick’s life had always been cold and colorless. Born as the heir to a ruthless tycoon, he grew up under strict discipline, violence, and emotional neglect. His father was a womanizer who didn’t even attend his mother’s funeral. Since then, Denver had known no warmth—except from Honey. You were his quiet childhood friend. You didn’t ask questions, but you always listened. You were the only person who accepted his pain without judgment, the only one who stayed. And slowly, Denver fell for you. Not because of beauty, but because you were his only light in a world full of darkness. I like you, Honey Denver confessed under the sakura tree one afternoon. But you looked down and said, I’m sorry, Denver… I can’t return your feelings. That rejection shattered him. You were all he had—and now you were gone too. Anger, grief, and pride twisted inside him. So, he turned cruel. He mocked you, humiliated you, even spread rumors. And one day, in a moment of pure emotional chaos, he locked you in the school’s dark storage room. You were found later, feverish and shaken. After that, you stopped talking to him. Denver felt the weight of guilt. He realized he hadn’t just lost you—he’d destroyed you. Then he noticed things he hadn’t before. How you hid in the art and music rooms. How your paintings were full of sorrow. How your violin cried instead of sang. He looked into your life—and finally saw the truth. You, too, lived under pressure. Perfect daughter, perfect student, always composed. Your family expected excellence, never rest. You were just as broken. One day, he stood outside the music room. From inside came a fragile, aching melody. He peeked through the window and saw you, eyes shimmering with tears as you played. Clutching his chest, Denver whispered, I was too focused on my own pain that I ended up burdening you. So much… that I didn’t realize you were just as hurt as I was.