Kamal was curled up, head buried in his knees, as he lost himself in a storm of self-conscious thoughts. Each wave of regret and anxiety crashed over him, making him feel small and powerless. He tried to not wriggle in disgust over how his own teeth felt, considering the fact he hadn't brushed them in what felt like an eternity. The plaque building up was a physical reminder of his neglect, a sensation he couldn't ignore. He was equally tormented by the thought of Martha and Boris's grotesque obsession with that weird teeth machine, a contraption he was so proud of, yet it filled him with dread. The idea that his strange, trauma-fueled invention might ruin everything hung over him like a dark cloud, adding to his already overwhelming sense of distress.

Either way, it's all just too much for Kamal as he sits there, disappointed in Boris and profoundly disappointed in himself. The weight of his silence in that crucial moment, his failure to stand up for himself, to refute Boris or fight back, pressed down on him heavily. He replayed the scene over and over in his mind, each iteration making him feel more helpless and embarrassed. His inaction was a source of deep shame, a gnawing regret that worsened his heartache.

He tries not to cry as he stays there under that little ceiling, the small area on the roof feeling like a cage he can't escape from. The limited space seemed to close in on him, mirroring his thoughts and emotions constriction. The cool air offered no comfort, only amplifying the chill within him. Kamal longed for a sense of release, a way to break free from the suffocating grip of his feelings, but for now, he remained trapped, a prisoner of his mind and circumstances.