Soon this one's pain will be gone.
The time for this world to end draws near. This one feels it as surely as the pain streaking through her veins.
This world is slowly freezing over, but more quickly as its ending approaches. This one must open up Paradise and help the world begin anew. With Kiba as a catalyst, this one will remake the world.
This one hurts. The pain has been building for a long time, streaking through this one's veins, but now, in the place where Paradise could be made, this one's form is beginning to wither, to return to its natural state, the true form this one should have had. This one has known this change must comes, but wishes that changing didn't hurt so much.
Roots begin reaching out, digging into the hard earth beneath this one. She aches. Everything begins to stretch. This one's clothes rip.
The false wolf has begun to fight Kiba. Precious Kiba. This one cannot keep track of the length of the fight; pain and an urgency to transform consume everything else. Kiba falls. This is one last thing this one can recognize beyond the pain.
Before the roots can fully form, this one's body is wrenched away, seized by the middle and dragged from the earth. The false wolf's teeth burn this one. This one knows that poison will infect the one that bites her. A false wolf can't touch her blood and be safe. This one is content in this knowledge, somewhere past the pain that is trying to consume everything.
This one is hardly aware of the world anymore. Everything is stretching painfully. This one can feel the roots beginning to sink deep into the earth once more. As everything stretches this one is forced, painfully to rise more upright, not quite standing, but this painful pose hardly feels like the kneeling it resembles either.
This one gasps from the place she is left on the ground. The false wolf closes in, begins to cough up her greenish blood. This one tells him of the poison her blood is to him.
The false wolf tries to enter the lake and is consumed by it. Kiba falls against this one. His strength spent, but his head is in her lap. This one strokes her precious Kiba.
"Kiba, soon the world will freeze over and close. Soon...I will disappear." His golden eye looks weakly up at this one. "I'm a flower-girl that was created. This is not my true self." This one feels Kiba wrapped around her.
"True self?" He asks softly.
"I can finally become it." She whispers. "The world will close one time. That's why we have to part one time."
His grip tightens around her. "What am I supposed to do? I don't have anything left to protect."
"We were able to meet because the flower protected you." His hand claws at the clothes on her back. This one's back arches uncontrollably, their grips are still growing ever tighter around the other. "The flowers can bloom again because you protected me." Everything is changing to the state it always wanted to be. "That's why we can meet again when Paradise, the next world, has opened." This one feels tears slip down her face. "I will always wait for you Kiba," This one promises. "Please find me." She begs, knowing her words and her time in this form are almost spent. "And then we'll have what we've been searching for, our Paradise."
After that moment everything changes, this one slips from his arms. Seeds patter to the earth. The Hanabito is no more.
This one cannot hear him call her name one last time.