✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ ) The east coast of Canada was gorgeous, and that was not a word Chord threw around lightly. He’d grown up on the west coast, which was equally awesome, just different. Still, there was something about perching precariously on a rocky outcropping over the Atlantic that thrilled him. And the lighthouses. The lighthouses were …