Flowers from 1970 ending (not official)

IV

''George..? No but, I just made sure you wouldn't call again.''

"How are you- nonono this-"

George opened his eyes and rubbed them

'Jeezus christ that is light is bright-'

"George..?"

He looked up and saw a dirty blonde , wavy haired middle aged man.

"Who are- wait- Clay?!" George said while Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers was silently playing in the background

'So it had really worked?'

'Karl wasn't lying?'

'So time travelling is real?'

'How long was he going to stay here?'

"Georgee? Helloo?" Clay was standing in front of him now waving his hand in Georges face as he poked George on his chin

George snapped out of it and looked up at Dream like he had just seen a ghost

''Huh? Yeah, oh , sorry, i just'' George scratched the back of his head, laughing between his sentence ''zoned out a little, dont worry''

Clay smiled, hugging George, wanting to kiss , cuddle , anything with the guy that was standing in front of him, the guy he had always loved, but never met until now before now, the moment he had thought never would happen.

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girl wtf is that cliffhanger