May 23+1, 2017
The atmosphere in the city is very strange.
People try to stay strong together and exchange words to support, but also there is certain fear in the air.
I am sitting inside Arndale waiting for a shop to open, and the usually-full benches are nearly empty this morning.
It is weird.
Out of one incident, some people lost their lives, and others keep going on with their lives, eating, sleeping and going shopping, just like other days.
I wonder if there really is an almighty being who decides evetything in the world, then why did he decide that this guy should die and this girl should live from the same incident?