A/N: A short missing scene taking place after the "When Christmas Comes to Town" song. We're assuming that the other characters know Billy's name. Hero Boy's POV.
IN CASE YOU'RE WONDERING: According to IMDB, the two main characters (besides Billy) are literally called Hero Boy and Hero Girl. Honestly. Go look it up.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Billy's lone figure stood in the cold, no longer alone. His hands were tightly clasped around hers, and a small smile appeared on his face. Somehow I could tell this was his very first Christmas spent with someone else. Sensing that they were not alone, they glanced at me. Feeling rather awkward now, I smiled and nodded my head, then turned back into the train car. They followed, picking an empty seat next to mine. We all sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to clacking of the wheels on the rails. The faint sounds of voices could be heard coming from the next car, but we were content to sit in silence for a few more minutes. Billy was the first to speak.
"This is the best Christmas I've ever had."
She smiled and nodded. "Me too."
More silence. A sudden gust of wind hit the back windows, plastering snow onto the glass, which quickly melted.
"I wish this would never end." Billy said suddenly. "I don't want to go back home."
"Don't worry; it'll be ok." She spoke quietly, softly. "Don't worry."
Billy didn't speak, instead he sat and watched the snow rush past out the window. The wind hitting the windows was loud compared to the stillness inside the car.
"I'll miss this, you know." Billy was quiet, even when he was talking.
"I will too." She whispered.
"Yeah…" I felt obliged to chime in, seeing as I was there, and all…
"I really don't want to go home." Billy's voice broke at the end, and I closed my eyes and hung my head, waves of sorrow washing over me. She scooted closer to him and gently squeezed his hand. We sat in silence for a few more minutes, absorbing each other's company. We knew it would be all over soon; it would be time to move on.
Suddenly, her voice pierced the silence. "Do you want to believe?" she asked. We all knew what she meant.
Billy stared out the window in silence for a few more seconds, contemplating his answer. When he looked up, there was a new light burning in his eyes.
"Yes. Yes, I want to believe."
There was silence again. I didn't want to speak. I didn't think I could speak.
"Why do good things always have to end?" Billy asked in a soft, broken voice. A smile graced her face as she glanced out the window, heavenward, gazing at the sparkling stars.
"Because, good things have to end in order for better things to begin."