[Ludovico]

Oliver snorted. Most stories he read began with once upon a time or in the beginning. His eyes went from something blissful back to its usual skepticism. “I wanted it to?” He found himself repeating the words. How could this thing know what he wanted when Oliver had no idea what he wanted. A shiver snaked its way done his spine, as more snow mounted on top of Oliver. “How does this story end?” He asked folding his arms across his chest so that Zosa could not touch him any more.