Jungle Love: Fantasy

The jungle loved her, and she loved it. It fed her, it soothed her to sleep with the patter of rain on the leaves, it washed away her tears, and it comforted her at night. Boas wrapped their coils around her gently, and large cats brushed up against her legs when she began to forget what it was to be touched. She walked without fear in the jungle. There were other people in the jungle, but it did not love them like it did her. It did not speak to them, or protect them. To them, it was casually hostile--not intentionally, but just because that was the way it was when it was not there. When it was only the parts of a jungle, it was vicious; rain drowned them--

Inspiration: "Rain" by Corciolli
Story Potential: Um, low.
Notes: Way too many ways for this to go to the bad.