Logan and alexandre-de-sève , 10 minutes ago.

I was just walking into my corner store and two old men were fighting this younger guy, and they took it outside. They were all sweaty and gross and I just kind of stepped back and did my thing while keeping a curious eye on what was going on. As I was paying i hear a scream and i run outside and the younger guy had been stabbed. There was blood everywhere, running between the street cracks and his eyes were closed and he was moaning, murmuring words i could not hear and his shirt was ripped and people started coming out of their house and running onto the street. The ambulance got there 3 minutes later, and i just kind of smoked and looked at the whole scene. Guy bled all over the street and no one saw who did it other than the depanneur clerk who had witnessed the fight while it started heating up inside. The police officer asked me if I had witnessed anything I said I didn't, and I asked him how the stabbed guy was doing he told me he died (and apparently lied or was mistaken - what a douche)
This man died right under my eyes but he looked like he was breathing, and I didn't even go help him because there was already like 10 people around him being all useless and asking him if he was okay, and I just stood there as if the whole thing was just a dream, as if it was just a useless painting in a deserted museum.
What if this guy has a wife and children? what if he has to go to work in the morning? what if he was a crook in debts? what if he didn't even do anything wrong? what if I had helped him?

Edit : The Gazette