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They didn’t hate each other because of appearances.
They hated each other because neither of them would back down.
Volksstaffel posted like every word mattered. Long replies. Structure. Principles. He argued like the forum was a courtroom and he was always on trial.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM posted like nothing did. Short. Sharp. Casual dominance. She never explained herself unless she wanted to.
Naturally, they clashed.
Volksstaffel:
People here don’t even stand for anything.
It’s just noise and posturing.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM:
Or maybe you talk so much because silence scares you.
Thread locked in minutes.
Screenshots everywhere.
They started replying to each other on purpose.
Not because they cared about the topic.
Because they cared about winning.
And because losing to anyone else didn’t sting the same.
Volksstaffel hated how easily she dismissed things.
MyDream hated how seriously he took them.
Both pretended it was annoyance.
It wasn’t.
The forum noticed the pattern.
“Why do they only argue with each other?”
“Just kiss already.”
Both denied it, immediately, with hostility.
Then came the late-night thread.
Barely anyone online on Christmas Eve.
No audience to perform for.
Volksstaffel wrote something raw. Not polished. Not strategic.
MyDream replied… not mocking. Just honest.
The tone shifted so subtly neither of them caught it at first.
Private message.
Accidental.
Unavoidable.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM:
You’re less insufferable when you stop trying to prove something.
Volksstaffel:
You’re less cold when you stop pretending you don’t care.
Silence.
Then typing.
They didn’t stop being enemies.
They just stopped wanting the other to lose.
Arguments turned into conversations.
Conversations into check-ins.
Check-ins into something neither had planned.
They still fought in public.
But now it was controlled. Intentional.
In private, it was different.
Sharper honesty.
Mutual respect.
A quiet understanding that the forum was just the excuse.
They never announced anything.
They didn’t have to.
Everyone could tell.
Because enemies don’t listen this closely.
Enemies don’t stay this late.
Enemies don’t care this much about being understood by one specific person.
And Volksstaffel hated that the only person who could dismantle him…
was also the only one who ever really saw him.
And MyDreamIsToBe183CM hated that the one person who never chased her attention…
was the one she kept giving it to anyway.
@Volksstaffel @MyDreamIsToBe183CM
They hated each other because neither of them would back down.
Volksstaffel posted like every word mattered. Long replies. Structure. Principles. He argued like the forum was a courtroom and he was always on trial.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM posted like nothing did. Short. Sharp. Casual dominance. She never explained herself unless she wanted to.
Naturally, they clashed.
Volksstaffel:
People here don’t even stand for anything.
It’s just noise and posturing.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM:
Or maybe you talk so much because silence scares you.
Thread locked in minutes.
Screenshots everywhere.
They started replying to each other on purpose.
Not because they cared about the topic.
Because they cared about winning.
And because losing to anyone else didn’t sting the same.
Volksstaffel hated how easily she dismissed things.
MyDream hated how seriously he took them.
Both pretended it was annoyance.
It wasn’t.
The forum noticed the pattern.
“Why do they only argue with each other?”
“Just kiss already.”
Both denied it, immediately, with hostility.
Then came the late-night thread.
Barely anyone online on Christmas Eve.
No audience to perform for.
Volksstaffel wrote something raw. Not polished. Not strategic.
MyDream replied… not mocking. Just honest.
The tone shifted so subtly neither of them caught it at first.
Private message.
Accidental.
Unavoidable.
MyDreamIsToBe183CM:
You’re less insufferable when you stop trying to prove something.
Volksstaffel:
You’re less cold when you stop pretending you don’t care.
Silence.
Then typing.
They didn’t stop being enemies.
They just stopped wanting the other to lose.
Arguments turned into conversations.
Conversations into check-ins.
Check-ins into something neither had planned.
They still fought in public.
But now it was controlled. Intentional.
In private, it was different.
Sharper honesty.
Mutual respect.
A quiet understanding that the forum was just the excuse.
They never announced anything.
They didn’t have to.
Everyone could tell.
Because enemies don’t listen this closely.
Enemies don’t stay this late.
Enemies don’t care this much about being understood by one specific person.
And Volksstaffel hated that the only person who could dismantle him…
was also the only one who ever really saw him.
And MyDreamIsToBe183CM hated that the one person who never chased her attention…
was the one she kept giving it to anyway.
@Volksstaffel @MyDreamIsToBe183CM
