Thieves and Flowers

Varien never really cared.
She let it slip though her fingers, despite knowing what it would lead to.
It started with pain, so much pain. And she pushed it away.
Tried to forget.
But that's the thing about pain...
if it really hurt you, it never really leaves.
So she built a wall. A tall wall, that rose up to the clouds. Built of lies, and false comfort.
She didn't want to remember. She didn't want to see the part of her that she used to be.
The part pained from the past. She hate looking at it.
It was so sad...and vulnerable. And it was her.
So on her side of the wall, she saw not was she was, and focused on ahead, trying as hard as possible to forget.
But lies can only exist for so long. And slowly, her wall began to crumble.
Knowing this, she came to Riften, in search for something to distract her from what was happening.
And she stumbled upon Brynjolf.
And though he held exactly what she thought she needed, and so much more, he tore down her already crumbling wall.
Will Varien be able to near through the side she tried to hide?
Will she make it?
Was this lie larger than she expected?