A/N: This idea cam to me when I realized that there were no Tax/Katniss fics to the best of my knowledge; (I'm sure I'm wrong about this, it seems like such a cool ship to me, so if you see any Taxniss fics, would you DM me the link?)And there seems to be a lack of Tax fics in general, seeing as he makes a grand total of one appearance xD (page 232 of the hard cover edition of Catching Fire, for those of you who are curious.) I'm a new writer, and any feedback is highly appreciated :) I hope you enjoy!
Tax was in love. There was no doubt about it.
She had strung an arrow and shot it right into his heart.
And he was happy about it.
Kind of.
He loved her, she loved him; it was perfect, a fairytale even, right?
Wrong.
In two days, she would be in the arena, fighting for her life against other Victors who were twice her age and three times her size. The grotesque sickness of the Games had never really hit him until now. IT had taken a seventeen year old girl's persistent, ongoing, bone- chilling, fear inducing nightmares to help him see the light of day.
He regrets doing nothing. He regrets just standing there and watching as children were sent to their too soon deaths. One thousand, seven hundred and one deaths useless deaths in seventy four years.
It makes him sick.
He rolls over, wrapping his arms around Katniss' bare body, pulling her even closer. "Mmhp." She mumbles, stirring in her sleep. He feels a pang of guilt, knowing how sparse peaceful sleep is to her. He freezes, and sighs in relief when she falls back into slumber.
"I love you." He whispers. "I love you more than you'll ever know." His voice breaks near the end. She'll never know. She's not coming out of this alive. She told him everything a few days ago, on the roof. Everything. The threats, the visit, the fake romance. The truth about District Thirteen. The uprising, her desire to save Peeta, since he can still live.
It makes him sick.
She was only trying to live.
Heaven forbid that a girl actually try to live.
Tears invade his eyes. Three more days until the love of his life is sent to her death. He slides out of bed, pulling a pair of pants on.
It makes him sick.
A/N: I know, it's too short :/ Should I continue this? Please review!