I guess I was deluding myself... It's too late. She's made it clear that it's well and truly over. There's no longer any point in me nursing a false hope.
She doesn't trust me... She can't rely on me... She doesn't respect me... She knows it's not my fault, but she doesn't want to hate me for something I can't control. She doesn't have the strength to try a second time, and risk being disappointed again.
She thinks we were great as friends. I'm not certain if I can go back to just being friends with her.
I'm not sure how I'm going to get through the next year, living in the same house as her until one of us can move out.