A/N: sorry, I had writer's block for a while! Here's chapter 2...
Erik could barely stop himself gasping as he approached the young woman. The blue tinge that he had merely thought a trick of the light was her skin, her hair. And her face… her face… Although she had obviously once been beautiful, now she was now broken, bruised… rotten. Erik had never thought he should meet someone like himself, but here she was- an obviously alive girl, with a dead face.
Emily looked up, straight into a mirror. She whipped her head around., obviously terrified
"No, no, miss, I mean you no harm." Erik murmured. "I merely… You played beautifully." Emily's eyes were still wide, her mouth agape.
"But… I… I thought I was alone." Erik laughed.
"Not as alone as you thought, obviously." He smiled at her. "Are you alright?" Emily nodded, then shook her head. She burst once again into tears. Erik was obviously uncomfortable, but he reached an arm around her shoulder anyway. "Hush, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing" she sobbed "Only that yet another 'soul mate' has abandoned me."
"Join the club." Erik muttered.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing"
They sat there for what seemed like hours, Erik's arm curled around Emily's shoulder, and Emily's head buried in his chest, until her shoulders stopped heaving, and she slept.