A House at the Bottom of a Lake

by Josh Malerman

Both seventeen. Both afraid. But both saying yes.

But would the pieces of his head fall to the floor…or scatter freely about the house?

It was wax, Amelia thought. We could have shaped it into anything we wanted it to be.

We found a dangerously magic place. A place to fall in love.

He started crying. Not out of sadness. Not really from happiness, either. It came from somewhere deeper. Somewhere completely submerged.