we’re more than friends

"You're back," I whisper as the elephant trudges into the room, his tusks covered in blood as was his trunk.

He settles a dead deer in front of me as I go and embrace him, not caring about the blood.

"I was hungry," I say, my eyes wide as I begin to pick at the deer with my bare hands.

In a few minutes, the deer is completely gone.

"Thank you, elephant, but I'm still hungry," I say, my face and hands bloodied from the deer.

"I'm super hungry still, I don't think I could live without you," I say, stepping closer to the elephant, who tilts his head.

I hug his trunk and then take a bite.