"Mats. You know the old me. I've changed. You've changed. Maybe not a lot, but enough for me to realize it in the little time we've spent together."
"Freya, please."
"We're strangers. That's that."
"Strangers date all the time."
"Mats it's going to be hard."
"Okay, whatever."
"Whatever? Mats, I'm done with trying with you. Especially if that's how you're reacting when it's tough."
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strangers // m. zuccarello
FanfictionHigh school sweethearts in Norway, strangers in New York.
