"A hardened heart' ~for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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Illya sat on a park bench, though it was snowing. He wore a wool coat but it wasn’t really warm enough. He stayed, watching the large snowflakes drift down, covering him like a statue.

His face turned downward, his heart hardened at the near death of his partner.

“Time for revenge”…his old self growled to be free.

But then he heard it, a plaintive mewing beneath his feet. A lone kitten; he tucked it into his coat. Though it was shivering, it began to purr and that softened Kuryakin's heart.

“Better to find this little one a home.”

Illya smiled…