Connor
I watched Edward as he swung the axe then firmly aimed it for the log. His hands were powerful, covered in gloves as he made precise and quick motions. I was good at cutting wood but Edward was a master at it. He was effortless.
Was there anything he couldn't do? He sang in the shower just as well as a Grammy winning singer. He danced like he didn't have bones that stopped his rhythm. He was fast enough to compete in the Olympics and strong too. He was a genius mind as well that he sometimes made you feel dumb without even trying.
"How do you know how to cut wood?" I quirked my eyebrow as I picked up the cut pieces and placed them in the wheelbarrow.
He stretched out a bit then grinned, "take a guess."
I closed my eyes for a second and thought for a minute before I sighed. "Let's bet, Ethan?"
"Bingo," he snickered, then rubbed his nose with his forearm. "He taught us everything to do with nature."
