Authors note: My oh my, this is probably the fastest I have ever updated. I myself can't even believe it really. But I was sorry for not ever updating really. And I'm still sorry about that. So this one I don't think is as long as the others but I suppose that doesn't really matter but whatever. Hahah. Just to let you know, this story will be coming to an end soon. And I'm still hoping for a little fanart here and there, haha.

I'd like to thank everyone who has stuck with me through all of this. And I thank all of my readers and reviewers as well.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Faith.

Oh! And happy late Thanksgiving. I'm hoping that everyone had a good one. Now, on to the story!

After he had left through that window, young Faith had not seen her devious man for many days, from days… It turned to weeks, months, and even years. The young brunette would stand by her window with her violin in hand; just waiting for him to return and whisk her off into another fantasy like he had always done before. She sighed softly under her breath, another day he was not beside her. Truth be told, she missed him dearly.

Sora hadn't visited in a while either, which made Faith have mixed emotions everytime someone brought him up, 'He couldn't have killed Xaldin… Could he?' She could have only hoped that Xaldin was indeed safe. Her window would always remain open, just incase he were to come back. The young girl let out one more sigh from her vocal chords, "I miss you." She muttered softly before prepping the wooden instrument under her chin, readying herself to play a gentle tune. She smiled weakly to herself as she played the same song she had played to Xaldin so long ago. Her lips quivered, only the remembrance of her dear Xaldin brought sorrow to her mind and a tear to her eyes.

But why was she crying? She knew he would not return to her for many months; she only expected that, but it was the wind that brought the memory of her love. Her eyes closed as the thought of him continuously passed through her head. "Do not cry, my dear." The sound of the wind whispered, a few more tears rolled down her cheeks. The wind brought her sorrow, 'Why must you torture me in this way?' She thought.

The notes became scrambled and disgusting, her bow dropped to the ground, as she fell to her knees. Her sobs were soft as she gently cradled her violin in her arms, wishing he would come back to her. "It's been so long." She muttered, "When will you come back?" Her voice became soft, while her tears fell from her cheeks onto the soft wood of the instrument. "I must close the window." She muttered, "He has forgotten about me." She continued, gently setting down the violin on the ground, wiping her tears from her face. Her eyes were blood shot and her cheeks were a dark pink, she felt a cold breeze caress her face as she stood and looked out the window.

It was the same time of year that Xaldin had first came to her home, here at the castle. Oh, how she loved this time of year, but now… It only served as a burden to her memories because of him. The cold winter breeze made several pieces of her hair fly in the wind; it almost felt as if it was trying to freeze the tears that fell from her chocolate brown eyes. Her mind was so preoccupied that the young woman had not heard her door open.

"Faith?" The sound of her sisters' voice startled her, causing her to jump slightly and place her hand over her chest as if trying to keep her heart from escaping from her. Her head quickly turned towards Belle, "You haven't been speaking to anyone for the last few days, is there something wrong?" She asked her, coming fully into the room now and carefully closing the door behind herself.

Faith merely shook her head in response, "I am perfectly fine, Belle. There is no reason to worry about me." She replied, then turning her head back towards the window.

Her older sister replied with a sigh, "Something must be wrong, Faith. You have never seemed this depressed around this time of year. It's not like you." Belle's voice lowered itself, but only by a smidge.

Faith chuckled under her breath but remained silent. Her mind was busy trying to think of an excuse to why she was so quiet around this time of year. There was nothing she could tell her, she was dead in the water for this one. Faith looked down only to reply with a sigh, "Him." She muttered, Belle furrowed her brows together in confusion.

"Who is 'him'?" Belle questioned the younger woman.

"I miss him." Faith merely muttered before turning fully to face the window. Her arms reached out to grab the edges in order to shut the window and end her burden of memories. "I must shut the window." She muttered, her voice was shaky like as if she was about to burst into tears once more.

"But why? If you miss him so much, then why shut the window? Wouldn't you believe that he would come back?" Belle paused, "Whoever he was…?" Her voice became a little unsure with herself.

"He has not returned." Faith stopped her words and bit her bottom lip; there was a moment of silence between the pair for a moment, "I'm afraid he has forgotten about me."

Belle chuckled softly for a moment, thinking she knew who she missed, "Don't worry, Faith. I'm sure that Sora will come back to visit." Faith's heart dropped at the sound of his name; she never wanted to hear that name again. All she wanted was her Xaldin back; her heart was aching for her love.

Faith shook her head, "Not Sora." She muttered, though her voice sounded like it was full of pure hatred for the young teen.

Belle furrowed her brows together, "Not Sora…?" She questioned, her voice sounded a bit confused. Faith nodded.

"The man you all hated."

Belle walked slowly towards Faith, "What? I don't understand." Faith remained silent. "Faith, talk to me!" She said, grabbing her sister by the shoulders. The window shutters flew from Faiths' tiny hands, strong blasts to wind flooded into the room, as if trying to throw Belle from Faith. The wind felt wonderful against her pale skin; it suddenly clicked into her mind. He did remember her, he hasn't forgotten about her. The frown on Faiths' face disappeared and was replaced with a weak grin; some could say it was because the wind against her face felt as if his hand gently caressed her jaw line, but those were only rumors.

Belle was thrown from Faith, almost stumbling back unto her rear end. "Faith, please, close the window, the wind is too strong to be keeping it open!" She told her, trying to get her volume loud enough for her younger sister to hear. Faith merely glanced over her shoulder towards her.

She shook her head in response, "No. I cannot do that, he does remember me. He'll be back soon." She smiled gently; Belle looked upon her sister as if she had gone mad with the wind.

Who or what could have made her sister become like this?! Why was she acting like the wind was a real person?! Has Faith gone insane?

Slowly, Belle began to advance backwards towards the door. She had to tell the others, maybe they all could help Faith; they could help her overcome this… This fantasy of hers', "I must tell Beast," She muttered under her breath, quickly grasping the doorknob and ran out the door.

Faith, however, merely looked towards the ground and picked up the small bow for her violin. She smiled gently at it and cropped up the instrument once more, preparing herself to play again only this time, it felt like something more to her. It was a… Happier tune, something new she was just making up along the way. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasant sound she was producing. Her mind had almost thought it had came from her heart and played with its own symphony of instruments behind it. The brunette had become so entranced by her music that she had not heard a soft thud on the windowsill.

The last note played with sheer perfection, her chocolate brown eyes fluttered open but she did not look up, but they remained in a downcast at the floor.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as another sound was created,

"Hello, my beauty."