Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
He woke up and looked at the antiseptically clean walls around him.
“Shit, another day.” He glanced at the clock on the wall and read the date – March 25, 2463 – his birthday. His five hundredth birthday. Another day, another memory lost. He closed his eyes for a moment and went through his list of favourite memories.
Six years old and Tabitha Miller surprised him while playing hide and seek and gave him his first kiss. It wouldn’t be their last. They were unofficially boyfriend and girlfriend for the next fifteen years until a car accident curt her life tragically short.
Twenty-five years old and he bumps into a young lady drinking a cup of coffee at the local mall food court, making her drop her cup on the ground. Feeling totally embarrassed he buys her another one and they start talking. They continue talking for the next fifty-three years until a freak hurricane caused a tidal surge so large that it collapsed the apartment building that they were living in. He survived but they never found her body.
Thirty-two years old and his first child is born. Jocelyn became a renowned biologist and volunteered for one of the first colonial missions to a nearby star system. The ship never made it to the target system and no trace of it was ever found. They were all heroes, every member of the crew, but she was still gone.
One hundred and three years old and … what happened when he was one hundred and three? He checked the list he kept by his bed and verified that one hundred and three was on the list.
“Damn it,” he said as he threw the list across the room. The problem with growing old was that the human brain could only store so many memories and, no matter how hard he tried, the memories that he wanted to keep kept slipping away.
Day by day he was losing himself to time.
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