The cuffs itched like a bastard. I squirmed over the coarse sheets, trying to find a way to get the damned things off my wrists. You remember that old phony Vincent? That sonovabitch blew our cover last night. Caulfield and I almost had the window in Perkin's office open when the loony Vincent started screaming like a madman, whacking poor Holden over the head with a newspaper. I'd give Caulfield hell for that one day. It killed me., I nearly keeled over laughing last night before a hoard of male nurses and a few security guards burst in too. Holden and I went down fighting.
You know what I've noticed? Caulfield's just a big hypocrite. He talks pretty and looks suave but he's here in the loony bin too. I'll miss him. My ma and Perkins are having me transferred down to Virginia. I'm leaving tonight. I don't think I'll get to say goodbye to ol' Holden. I hope the phonies don't get him when I'm gone.
*10 years later*
New York was a huge city. I felt tiny and insignificant. My dad died in a car crash two months after I got out of the quack factory. My ma had to go and marry Perkins. Ugh, that jackass. I tried finding out where Caulfield lived but Perkins told me that that was secured information. All I knew was that he lived in New York City and that I wanted to see him. So that's why I'm here. I stop every now and again to look into the shiny glass windows or to pull at my blouse. It was Christmas time and everyone was just so damn jolly—it was like God was coming down to earth.
"Liv?" I spun around from my concentration on a pretty red dress, dumfounded to see Caulfield with a handsome dame on his arm.
"Hiya, Caulfield." I stammered with a quick wave.
"Say, Jane-girl, meet Livinia Kingsley."
"Hi, Livinia. I'm heard a lot about you." Jane smiled kindly. It was a smile I wish I had. I just frowned at her slender, gloved hand, glaring at Caulfield.
"Jane-girl, I'll meet you in the lobby." Caulfield kissed her cheek and made sure that she was gone before turning to me. His hair falling perfectly over his eyes and his hands stuffed into his pockets.
"Looks like you've got a good life for yourself, Caulfield."
"I missed you," was all he said.
"Go to her, Holden. I'm sure you'll be happy."
"Where will you go?"
"Oh," I grinned. "you know me. I'll be out and about. Just don't let me catch you with your momma's milk on your mouth, you hear?" Holden nodded, not even kissing me goodbye when I turned around and started walking.
I saw Holden Caulfield a few more times before he just couldn't take it anymore. We walked into the lake together. It was just me and him. No Jane. No Allie. Just me. And just Caulfield.