Aiden pressed both palms against the cold iron gate. His chest rose and fell as his voice cut through the silence.

"Jesse! Don't be a loser and open this damn gate."

There was no answer. Only the sound of the wind slipping between the bars. Aiden gritted his teeth and shouted again, his voice hoarse.

“Jesse… aren’t you being too harsh? I came all the way from Los Angeles, and you’re just going to lock me out here? Since when did our friendship turn into this?”

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