That weekend, while Maya was at a rehearsal, Rani logged into Maya's social media. She posted a fake, desperate status from Maya's account: "I'm so depressed. Everyone only loves me for my grades. I wish I could just disappear."

"Why?" Maya whispered, tears welling up.

But when she opened her scholarship essay, the conclusion was gone. A blank space where her future used to be.

— A story for those who have ever felt invisible, or have been the one who broke the glass wall.

The next morning, chaos. Maya's phone exploded with worried texts from teachers. Her mother screamed, "Why would you post something so dramatic? You've embarrassed this family!"

Rani drops the diary. She runs to the bus station, but the bus to Surabaya (where Maya's friend lives) has already left.

The family didn't believe Maya. They thought she was having a breakdown. For two weeks, Rani was the "good sister"—bringing tea to her mother, being quiet, helping with dishes.

"I failed my little sister. I was so busy being perfect that I forgot to be a sister. She doesn't hate me. She just wanted me to see her. And I never did."