A man finds himself with one wish.
No riches or glory cross his mind, but a simple test of something he believed he understood.
To rewind a year, and see if things could be different. If knowing the outcome could change the circumstances that led to the end of the life he loved.
He had made these points the first time around, but the increased fervour fuelled by knowledge of his fate led to more accusations of paranoia and melancholy. He finds that people do not believe clairvoyance regardless of its efficacy. He knew before, but certainty makes it worse.
He knows one point where he can tip the scales to the ends that will bring what he believes is happiness. A trip away that he did not take the time before. This time, he knows the outcome, but cannot bring himself to tamper with her independence. She travels alone and finds the one with which to replace him.
And so knowledge and respect have the outcomes expected, as if preordained, and the world continues as it had before. He considers if he has wasted his wish, and finds that it is impossible to tell. He knows that he could have caused a different outcome if he had undermined the basis of his love, but he now knows that he is strong enough to overcome the temptation.