where wings can fall

introduction

His eyes were warm but lifeless  as he stared at me. 
"you have no idea who i am do you? " he murmured  without  a tone of surprise. 
"No," i reply defensively  as i let him in through  the door. 
Although  i know he's  my neighbour ,i still know nothing about him. A million thoughts  are running  through my head,  what if he kills me?  My mind keeps buzzing in the back of my head.   He takes a seat opposite  to the marble coffee  table i have lying  around the living  room.  He looks very relaxed as if he knows what he's  doing and does this all the time  . Why have i let a stranger  in my house,  my mind keeps thinking  repeatedly.
"You've  seen me before i suppose? " he asks.
"only once," I nod nervously as i look around for a place  to take a seat,  but there's  no furniture  here as I've  just moved in.
"so what makes you move from the upper eastside  to the lower eastside?" he once again asks again as he helps himself  to a glass of róse from my cabinet .
"what's  it to you? " i reply flirtatiously.  There's  something  about him that makes me go weak at my knees. He's  a tall and muscular  figure,  he has those deep green eyes that'd make you fall in love almost instantly . Dark circles surrounds his eyes,  he looks hurt almost  as if he hasn't  slept in days.  The White  T-shirt  glued to his body is stained  with what seems to be mustard  . Awkward  silence  fills the room.  He has one of those physiques you only get to see in movies.
" I knew your mom, " he just  blurts out ao casually  that it pisses  me off.
My mom died a few months earlier  due to lung cancer a cause of her unfriendly realationship with cigarettes.  We've  just finished  unpacking  our  home .  My family  and I  used to live in the heart of Manhattan  but when my mom found out that dad was cheating on her  a few weeks prior  to her death she made us move down here,  the lower eastside,  Crosby street,  the place  where my mother grew up.
"Are you just going to stare? " he asks blankly.
"How  did you two  know each other?"
I ask trying  to be as blank as i could  possibly  be.
"well you're  mother and I  had quite the history  you see,  she was my best friend before she dropped  out of school to run away with the west guy; which I'm  assuming  is your father," he says again with that casual tone that pisses  me off so much yet is such a turn on.
My mother was quite the rebel,  she dropped  out of school  at the age of 16,  ran away with my father and  eventually gave birth to Matt. 
Matt is my older brother,  he's  18 which makes him a college  freshman.
Matt and i both inherited  our mother's  beautiful  ocean eyes.  Some people often mistaken us for twins thus ignoring  the age difference  between  us.  I'm  kasie  , I'm  16 (still in highschool  unlike  my mother).
"what's  your  name anyway? " i ask .
"Dawson,  Tyler  Dawson," he replies.
"well Tyler  , I'm  kasie, " I exclaimed.
"You  have your  mother's  eyes kasie, ' he just randomly  blurts out.
"Oh cliche," i say trying  to be funny.
"kasie, " he says in this tone that i have yet to discover  the meaning of. 
"yes? " i ask unaware of what  was to happen  next .
" can i have your phone, "  he just simply  says with confidence.
I hand my phone over, not really  caring what he's  about to do with it,  since my mother's death my phone  has been as dry as ever.
"here, " he hands me my phone  back and starts to get out of his seat.  I see he has saved his number  . What a classic. without being aware of what I'm  about to get myself  into,  as soon as he steps out the door , i press dial. 
I see his figure turn around and give me this stare that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  Slowly  but gently he makes his way towards me,  not breaking  the eye contact. Moments later he cups my face with his hand and slowly leans in, allowing our lips to interlock. His hands are in my hair  as we make out , and  the rest was a blur......