It was an old man. I was walking home and he fell down on the pavement and grabbed his heart. Then stopped moving. I just stared at him. I am not first aid trained so I reckon helping him is pointless, besides others rushed to his help anyway. So I just watched it calmly. It did not evoke any emotion in me, nothing. I thought I would at least feel sad but I did not. I kept myself around watching others trying to help him but it was already too late, he did not breath and I could see he already passed. If anything, I'm jealous of him. It's already over for him while I still have to suffer.
