Michael has only ever known hatred at the hands of his parents. He's grown up with it. It's all he's ever known and all he thinks he deserves. He's never known love or happiness. He doesn't have friends or siblings. Michael has nothing. Well, almost. Michael has words. He uses them to build himself up and tear himself down. He uses them to push him through life and destroy himself. Words are his best friend and worst enemy. But they're all that he has. Until a lanky blonde named Luke stumbles into his life that is.