So Fantine. She doesn't get enough recognition yet she is a crucial character, and all she wanted was a better life for her daughter. She sold everything she had, even herself, just so Cosette might have a better future. But all the fics I ever see are barricade. So this is a bit sad, but...yeah. Fantine. And the title is from The A Team, by Ed Sheeran, which is practically about Fantine. Yeah.
-Marseillaise

Snowflakes swirled around, sweeping accross the corners of the streets with merciless abandon. If it weren't for the occasional sniff, you never would have noticed the young woman huddled by the meager protection of a building. Her fingers and toes were bluish, and her eyelashes were encrusted with ice. The dress she wore was skimpy and low-cut, revealing barely any cleavage and a body so skinny it was unhealthy. She shifted, curling into herself and trying to warm herself by her own meager body heat. A sudden gust of the wind drove icy snow into her body, and she shivered so violently that it seemed she was having a seizure.

A man walked by, rich and eyeing her in a way thay any respectable woman would have slapped him, but instead, she feebly stood up.

"Monseiur," she rasped.

He walked up to her, and she grasped his arm, leading him off to a rickety old shack. Inside, she allowed the man to touch her, and her eyes seemed to go dead.

An hour later, the man left the shack, pulling on his coat.

She picked up the coins and tucked them under a floorboard. Unshed tears sparkled in her eyes, and she shrugged back on her tiny dress. As she did so, she tripped, and the tears flowed down her face.

Back outside, waiting for her next customer, her tears froze on her face, the cold as merciless and unforgiving as the rest of the world.