Since you left, I have lost my heart.
I am a decaying corpse, living stiffly and helplessly in a nest of maggots.
Until those golden eyes shined, piercing the darkness, and he reached out his hand to pull me out of the darkness.
However, the rotting body turned into dust with just a touch, one by one, leaving him with his hands stretched out in despair.
It's a short story because the heroine is short-lived.